supernovice

I hung out with an old friend last night. It was the first time we'd hung out since last summer - you know, he has a wife and a kid and white picket fence and yellow lab and, and, and, and...

We met for a couple drinks out in town and had planned to have a little reunion, of sorts, back at my place. So, on the way home, we stopped off at the commissary for some needed ingredients and the funniest thing that has happened to me in months, if not years, comes to pass.

There were these two Phillipino dudes in line in front of us, rapping away in urgent and serious Tagalog... They seemed oblivious to everyone around them and were very focused on making their purchase. As they were ringing out with the cashier (another Phillipino - if you are not familiar with the military commissary/supply corps, this probably strikes you as profoundly odd: all these Phillipinos in Virginia Beach - but rest assured - anyone who is in the military will tell you, if you went to the commissary and DIDN'T see a Phillipino, it would be a freak occurence), they start talking to her in Tagalog. I do not speak the language and have no idea what they were saying, but the tone - I recognized the tone, and it was rushed and nervous, which caught everyone's attention. It was then that my buddy Sean took notice of what they were purchasing: two Master Pad Locks, a bottle of Baby Oil, and three bottles VSOP Courvoisie cognac... WTF, dude?

Sean looks at me with a dead-serious face and says, "So... It's gonna be one of THOSE type of nights, huh? Doo-ood.... I wanna party with these guys"!

I don't know if I've ever laughed so hard. You know when you just get tickled and can't stop laughing and the fact that you can't stop laughing is funny, so you laugh more and more? It was like that. I was fucking paralyzed with laughing fits and could not contain myself for the life of me.