Friday night, a bunch of us planned to go to the Anjelah Johnson comedy show at the Wagner Noel.
Me: "Pardon me?"
I go through it all again.
"Well, ma'am, I hate to inform you, but we don’t take reservations.”
Just so you know, this is how that picture really looked. And there were, seriously, 50+ people standing in the foyer looking at this table like freaking vultures and throwing bad heebiejeebievoodoocrap at Scott. I swear, I could hear the theme from Jason as I walked through that mumbling mass of humanity.
So, we go sit down. And then I start counting again. My brain calms and kicks back into gear. And I truly remember, 4 of the ducks are meeting us at the venue. Scott tells me 2 more ducks are meeting us at the venue. And while we're counting our little webbed feet, another duck calls and cancels.
Thank God the waitress is standing right there.
And voila! We make her the queen of the hour by taking our table down to ~10.
And the hostess is smiling.
The crowd of ~50 starts breathing again.
And about that time, our ducks start walking in.
The karma flow turns to a happy pink and orange and blue and green. And that really really cool color of indigo-y violet. You know.
Okay, I just made that up. I have no freakin' idea what I'm talking about. Does karma even have a color?
But the place got happy. All us ducks were in a row and snaggin' down some onion rings and quacking away.
I wrote all this to say...I love my brother's sense of humor.
I think God put us together as bro and sis for a purpose...and as soon as I figure that out, I'll let ya know. Anyway, I love you, Scott! Hope we get to hang out like this for years to come!
And Anjelah? She made us laugh so hard, I cried. She is one funny chica.
*Euphemism for getting your proverbial stuff together