Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I'll Be Dancing With Myself

Hey guys and dolls. I'm happy to report that I remained migraineless all day today. I thought I was all clear sailing, but then this evening I found myself in kind of a mood. I don't know if it's the endless Winter, or that I have a bunch of stuff hanging over my head, or that the girls' dad is in a play at the university and I haven't had a night to myself in about a hundred million years, but I just all the sudden felt kind of irritable and needy. In case you've never seen it, trust me, it's a really unattractive combination.

Yes, I was lucky enough after my run to walk and gab with my friends K. and Bridget at the rec building, and I did appreciate that, but I came home and still felt kind of funky. Erik has been really sick the last couple of days, so I tried to restrain myself from bothering him, because I'm sure the last thing he needs is to appease a needy girlfriend on top of dealing with fever, chills, aches and a possible ear infection. So, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I'm lame and I'm just going to relate a dorky anecdote from this weekend to you. Sorry, it's all I got.

On Saturday night during our little dance party, I was very safely and platonically (mostly clumsily twirling each other around really) dancing with one of the guys who play pool at the Dublin to Lionel Rithie's Easy Like Sunday Morning. There was another couple of chuckle heads dancing a little more closely, and so the guy I was dancing with pointed to them and said, "If I danced with you like those two are dancing, my girlfriend would get really mad."

"I know," I said. "That's why we're dancing so far apart and barely touching each other's hands. I doubt my boyfriend would like that very much either. And see?" I said pointing to the ceiling and this:*

"That's my boyfriend's picture in that deep sea diving helmet there. The guy looked surprised and weirded out and let go of my hand in mid-twirl. "Uh, I think I better go see if it's my turn to play pool now...." and wandered off.

*photo courtesy of Dexter

18 comments:

Mr Atrocity said...

Someone to watch over you...in a diving helmet. Unusual but quaint.

Remiman said...

Churlita,
Guys; they're so predictable!
rel

evil-e said...

I still need to get my face immortalized at some bar.....

Wow, that's hilarious. Dude just picked up and left you after finding out. Hmmm....

AlienCG said...

That is hilarious. Did he think it was really Erik in the diving helmet lying in wait?

NoRegrets said...

Oh, that is so friggin hilarious! Not the story, but the photo of Erik in the helmet! Ok, the story too, but the image is better.

Mrs. Big Hairy Woman said...

That's is quite the deterrent from being man handled..I kind of like that he is watching over you.. too bad Erik is feeling like crap.. hope he feels better soon..

Tara said...

Haha! I love it! Muah ha ha. I remember another post where you said he had something at a bar and kidded that it was to keep an eye on you. I would've loved to see the look on that guy's face. :D

Brando said...

How can you not love a bar with a diving helmet? That's hilarious that Erik's picture was looking down on you.

not said...

A bucket of virtual chicken soup for Erik.

Also, the bar guy story is HI.LARIOUS. First there's the "line" (If I were dancing with you like that blah blah blah), then the Erik In The Helmet and the grand finale: the disappearing act!

Classic comedy.

As for the "irritable and needy" combo? Yeah. Let's chalk it up to migraine hangover, K?

DJSassafrass said...

I am the queen of feeling funky and not knowing what to do about. You can always talk to me. I will have no answers, but you can talk to me.

booda baby said...

Gots to admit. That'd be just a wee bit of a dance-breaker.

Anonymous said...

I think the guy might have gotten the message that you might be a little on the wacky side, wasn't it you who called your dictionary a boyfriend.. and now a sea diving helmet - it wasn't Eric's picture it was the girl claiming to be in relationships with inantimate objects - cuckoo cuckoo
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laura b. said...

Oh, I do know that irritable neediness all to well. I hope that both you and Erik feel better soon.
Great stories like that should surely help :-)

fringes said...

I hope both of you start feeling better. Selfishly, I'm looking forward to more weekend stories.

minijonb said...

ugggh. migraines suck! i'll send you some cyberdrugs until you can get the real thing.

LIz said...

I love the diving helment. LOVE it. You have inspired me to put pictures in weird places.

MrManuel said...

I can't say that I have ever heard the phrase, "platonically dancing." That's awesome!

Churlita said...

Mr Atrocity,

We're nothing if not unusual but quaint.

Rel,

Yeah. But their funny too.

Evil-E,

Pick a place and put your photo up somewhere there.

AlienCg,

I think it was that fear that some guy might actually see him dancing with his girlfriend that made him uncomfortable.

Nor,

I love that photo too.

Mrs.,

I think Erik is gradually feeling better and better.

Tara,

In that other post I didn't have the pic. I think the visual is so important here.

Brando,

I think if you have a dog named Scuba, you have to have a diving helmet in your bar.

Not,

Yeah, lets. It's gone now, so maybe you're right.

DJ,

Thanks. I may bug you sometime.

Booda Baby,

It surely was.

AKS,

I would have married my dictionary of it had been legal. Does that make me crazy?...Wait. Don't answer that.

LauraB.,

I'm better and Erik's working on it.

FRinges,

I aim to keep 'em coming.

MiniJonB,

Thanks for the drugs, man.

Liz, you should do that and then send me the photos of your hidden pics in bars.

Mr Manuel,

It just means that it's safe and proper - like you'd dance with a sibling.