In Which I Make a New Sound

I made a new sound tonight, one I've never made before. It kind of scared me. I don't blame the drink, I blame the company.

First of all, when the bartender began mixing the Purple Haze that Friend #3 suggested I try, he brought out the Chambord.

"Yay!" I crowed, "it's the Holy Hand Grenade! How does that go?"

Friend #2 gestured grandly at Friend #3, who launched into:"'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu-- (Skip a bit, Brother.) And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it."

So that was pretty entertaining.

Then after two Purple Hazes, pretty much everything became entertaining. Eventually Friend #3 drove me home. Before we even got out of the parking lot, though, we happened to spy the Pizza Street Mascot walking to work. He was not on the clock, however, so he wasn't waving. He was striding in to work, and if you can imagine a businessman walking to work with his briefcase, except take away the briefcase and add a Foam Rubber Pepperoni Pizza costume, that's what we saw.

"Ellen," Friend #3 murmured calmly, " I don't want you to be afraid, but, that is a man dressed as a slice of pizza. It isn't a real slice of pizza walking in to that store."

At that point my typical aspirated HHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha! turned into a new laugh, one that Friend #3 identified as the laugh of Muttley the Dog. Kind of scary.

Comments

[Zayrina]

My mom smoked 2.5 packs of unfiltered PallMalls for 40 or so years and muttley is exactly how she laughed for a few seconds before it turned into a coughing fit. Sometimes she sounded more like a car trying to start.

Ah memories....

[Friend #3]

You're welcome.

[TheQueen]

Zayrina - I've never smoked, that's why the wheezy squeaky laugh kind of alarmed me. I hope I don;t turn into a car next.
Friend #3 - It was fun. I've had a headache all day. Oh, and Gary tested a Prius today and liked it a lot, but I think its still a struggle between responsible and irresponsible.

[Friend #3]

Sorry about the hangover. :-( Message for Gary: Love the Earth. Be green. Buy a Prius.

[pageycooks]

I love Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
You can tell our fearless national leader isn't a king - he does have sh*t all over him!

[Friend #3]

pageycooks - LOL!

[TheQueen]

Friend #3 - OOOoooooorrrrr a Yaris for ten K less? It gets 39 mpg. Isnt that good for the environment?
pageycooks - I concur with Friend #3. And he isnt Brave Sir Robin because he hasn't the sense to run away.

[sue]

I swear, you have the coolest friends... ;)

[Friend #3]

A Yaris meets with my approval. Go forth. Buy.

[TheQueen]

Sue - Yes, they are cool. And there were only 2 of them.
Friend #3 - The Yaris is dead to him now. Details tomorrow.

[Caroline]

I really should've joined you. I hang my head in shame. My ILs were almost two hours late.

On a brighter note, I earned major brownie points for prioritizing them above IGNO. Enough that Friday should work fine even with his birthday the next day and me leaving town on Sunday.

[TheQueen]

Caroline - See? See? You could have seen Mr. Pizza Street and had Bellas Toasted Ravioli.