I love those kinds of days where tears of laughter make your belly feel like it couldn't possibly function anymore.
When you feel as if the veins in your head will burst.
When your have no breath to continue.
When you feel like you might have to change your underwear.
And when you think there couldn't be anything more funnier to laugh at - you look at the other persons face and wonder where you will have the energy to find more air to conjure up more snorts.
That was how my photography lessons went on Saturday morning. I popped over to my friend Jane's house to teach her and her hubby Stu plus Gary and Chris (their friends) how to use their DSLR's. Well naturally Saturday morning is traditionally "hangover" day. You can picture it, right? There was also confusion and cold to deal with too(let alone my dodgy stomach). Jane is the most funniest friend I have, I seriously only have to look at her at times and I'm beat. So when it came to practicing close ups - this is what I was met with. Tears.
It didn't help that 20 minutes previous we were eating around Chris table when I said something that didn't come out the way it was planned in my head. Thinking I had committed a serious crime I, instead, set the table alight with laughter. And we just couldn't stop. And I paid for it the next day with a hernia.
I have another session on Sunday, this time with 4 complete strangers. I wonder if I get a repeat performance that I should also charge for my clowning act as well?
Talking of funny moments.
On a day out geocaching in Vegas, Mark happened upon a little drive through wedding chapel. We watched in awe as a couple pulled up at the window and were married in their car. What made me howl the most was the photographer took pictures of them whilst they were still sat in the car. I mean, come on - GET OUT, at least!
Just as we were about to get back into our car - I saw this fella exit the chapel.
I felt compelled to shout "ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING".
But - you know..... this is Vegas. He could have had a weapon. (yeah right, in that tight suit? At one point I thought he might spontaneously combust with the amount of polyester in conjunction with the heat!).
I mean, we couldn't have timed it more perfectly.
Elvis is alive.
He is no longer on the moon driving the no 52 bus.
He is live and kicking in a drive through Chapel in downtown Vegas.
And although I haven't had my copy yet (Ruth, would you mail me it please??!!), we were charged $5 for the priv of having a picture with him.
I bet he spent that on a burger on the way home. Or perhaps the black hair dye to drown his roots ;)
Thank you very much ;)