Tuesday, January 8, 2013


These were taken Sunday at my friend Alda's house.

I've known Alda since kindergarten and sat beside her on my very first bus ride to school.  I was positively petrified and couldn't make eye contact with anyone upon climbing up the bus steps, which were as steep as Mt. Everest.  So I instantly whirled around and plopped right down on the front seat next to the aisle.

Sitting at the window seat was Alda.

She's an extrovert; I'm an introvert (in case the not wanting to make eye contact clue didn't tip you off). She just started talking, and I instantly relaxed.

Anyway, Alda (the grown up Alda, not the kindergarten Alda)
invited me to a football party on Sunday.

I was happy to attend.

However I didn't go to watch football.

No, I was there for the free comedy routine which
always erupts whenever she and other certain classmates convene.

That other certain classmate in this case would be Catherine.

When Alda and Catherine get together, the introverts in the room pull up their chairs, sit back, pick up their bowls of popcorn, and eagerly await the show that's about to unfold.

One will start telling a story which always has humorous twists and hairpin turns.  Just when that first one stops to draw a breath, the other one jumps in.  It's like the handing off of a baton in a relay race--one leg of the race is over, and the other one takes off wide open with a fresh and exciting continuation of the story.

Then the other one jumps back in.

And so on. And so on.

They continue to feed off each other, getting louder and louder and louder (and funnier and funnier) with each contribution.

Sometimes they talk over top each other.

Usually I can't even hear the end of the story because they're both hollering out their version of the story simultaneously, and I can't focus on them both I'm still laughing from something I heard a few seconds earlier.

(Also, I have a loud laugh.  Most people can't hear anything else when I'm laughing.)

I really think Reality TV People need to come talk to me.

If they think Honey Boo Boo is entertainment, they haven't seen anything.

(By the way, I only recently learned that Honey Boo Boo is a person and not a thing.  The fact that it's a child is even more disturbing. But this post isn't about Honey Boo Boo, believe it or not.)


These were taken that evening before the football
and before the free comedy show. A good time was had by all.

And Honey Boo Boo was only mentioned once.

The End.

(Click here for another post involving Alda, 
some pranks, and an ornery VW bus.)


deborah said...

Fun! Glad you were invited to enjoy the fun and take these spectacular photos after being sick all week.

growing wild on waverly lane said...

Can you believe I couldn't name my cat "Honey Boo" because of the obvious insult? To the cat?

Glad you had fun.

Mental P Mama said...

LOL @ your mama! I love your laugh!! Cannot wait to hear it in April!! xoxo

Anonymous said...

Must be $100,000 worth of piers there. And I'm sure you have noticed how low the tide has been. My late grand father would say (Bad weather coming make sure your oil Barrel is full!)... Miss ya my friend we have to hook up,I got more stuff for ya! have a great day!

Meg McCormick said...

I don't even know what a Honey Boo Boo is.

Daryl E said...

fun .. good times .. and an infectious laugh .. priceless ..

Dghawk said...

My sister's first vehicle was an old VW Beetle (this was in the early '60s) and she had problems with the horn also. Only it would only work when it wanted to and when it did it sounded like a sick cow.

Glad you are better and getting out and about. Tide sure is low!
Have fun!