Broken

I have a broken mechanism. I dont know when it broke or if it was ever normal at all. But somewhere, somehow something is wrong. It wasn't a big thing. In fact, I dont know if I ever noticed it before I got married. But this weekend it became abundantly clear that something is not right.

We were playing our usual game of Pinochle with Drew and Bethany. They're usually pretty funny games anyway. Bidding big, losing horribly, cheating with hand signals. You get the picture.

It would take too long to explain, but needless to say, I messed up. I put cards down and we all realized Jameson and I had the wrong number of cards. I asked him for a card back, he gave it to me, but then he was short. Then I looked through what I put down and had one tucked under another card, but I didn't want to give that one back, so I had to pick another, etc. etc.

It wasn't enough for me to be embarrassed. I couldn't stop laughing! For the whole game I would randomly look up and burst into laughter. Everyone was laughing because I was so pathetically out of control! Drew choked on his drink, Jameson was lying on the floor, Bethany was laughing too! It was out of control. My body doesn't have the decency to hide after being embarrassed, it hangs a neon sign and puts up "opening night lights".

This has happened before with Drew and Bethany. We played a game "Last Word". The letter was "P" and something you plug into the wall. Know what I yelled out? Toaster. More people, no less laughter. Broken.

This proves 2 things in my book. 1. I have something inside that doesn't quite click when I'm embarrassed. 2. Jameson and I have found a couple we are genuinely comfortable with and enjoying being around (on the level that they accept I'm crazy and that Jameson is comfortable with them knowing that).

Take the time to watch the video where I first say "laughing"--gives you a clue as to how I was.