A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the IHOP
Remember, the other night, in the car? We were talking about something, and I said "Oh, I'll have to blog about that!"
Do you by any chance remember what that was? We were practically braying, it was so damn funny. I should have recorded it, taken a few notes; never mind the fact that I was driving.
Why does all the funny stuff happen in the car?
posted by Vicarious Living @ 10:35 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Mmn, You'll have to ask #3.
Practically? I heard seal coughing!
I was in a production of "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the IHOP". I played the Boysenberry.
I have been thinking about keeping a notebook in the passenger seat because I always think of things when I'm driving, then, by the time I blink or turn left, it's gone!
because there are absolutely no other distractions--other than the Semi, the yellow line, and the guy honking his horn behind you.
I've always found that the less appropriate place for laughter, the funnier things seem to be. Church, school, job interview.
Oh, and Joi? I guess you're the young lady I saw careening the wrong way up the freeway, drying to drive and make notes at the same time:
"Wednesday 9am. Turned the wrong way onto the interstate. Cars flying at me. Good chance of getting killed. Must remember to blog about this." ;-)
Boysenberry - an under appreciated role, yet tasty.
Hi Joi - perhaps we should hire people to take dictation for us.
Sqmojo - minor distractions, mere nuisances!
paulius - agreed, and the subsequent trouble well worth it.
Why do I have to be #3??? I have no idea what we were talking about. Our conversations jump around too much.
And yes... I did make you bark... oh yes.
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