I have had so many laughing fits, done so many crazy things and gone totally wild, mostly with my friends…..but never once has it been with an adult before. Yesterday night was an exemption, because yesterday, I had a crazy, full of fun night with not 1, not 2, but THREE normal and alive adults! (If my writing seems funny today, it is only because I’m still recovering from this shock.) I was out at the movies with a friend, her parents and my mom (yes! My MOTHER!). My madness radar should have detected a crazy night the moment I came to know that our movie tickets were black, but due to technical errors, it did not go “beep beep’’. If you are at the conclusion that our tickets were bought in black, my friend, you know nothing about madness – they were literally black! My friend and her parents had bought the tickets from the movie theater, and when they found them a little wet, they went straight under the hot iron (the tickets silly, not the people!). They came out dry and crisp all right, just completely black, all 5 of them! But what’s a minor hitch like burnt tickets in the’ great scheme of movie nights’? We went ahead to the theater with our ‘’black tickets’’. So far, so good. THEN, I don’t know what started it, maybe it was the talk about our tickets, but just as we got into the lift, I and my friend got a laughing fit attack! The element of shock in this story comes now- my mom too started laughing with us! Soon our giggles turned into a very loud, uncontrollable laughing fit (so what’s new?) and two guys (one red shirt - one blue checks- both cute) started staring at us. The red shirt guy finally (probably after gathering the courage to talk to three lunatics) asked us “Eh….enjoyed the movie?’’. In between giggles, my mom managed to tell them that we were yet to watch the movie, and the weird looks on their faces got us laughing even more. My friend and I wanted to show our tickets to the poor, confused (and cute) guys, but a little voice in our heads stopped us (the knowledge that my mom was with us, not our “good girl conscience’’.)We somehow managed to get out of the lift and hand over our tickets to the ticket checker. Our story gave the ticket checker and others around him a reason to start a laughing fit, and we went inside to watch the movie, leaving behind our infectious laughter.
The movie was a tragedy, the usual about a girl falling in love with a guy dying of terminal cancer, and while everyone in the theater was dabbing at their eyes (there’s just something about a super cute guy dying that gets to you), I was laughing in my mind, thinking of our “black tickets”, our laughing fit inside the lift and above all, the fact that all of this happened with ADULTS!
