Welcome to my Laughing Club Party.
I have decided that we all need a laugh. To that end, here is the note I have sent out to my family and various friends:
“Please come to THE WOMEN’S LAUGHING CLUB PARTY at Venus’ house, Jan 31st, 2009 at 11:30 AM.
“Let’s get together and laugh and laugh and laugh for our GOOD HEALTH and FRIENDSHIP!
“Please bring a dish (potluck) and something to drink. Wine would be nice but you can bring whatever moves you.
“THE PLAN: We will eat and drink and whoop it up. For those of you who aren’t shy, please have a STORY in mind; something that has happened in your life or someone else’s life that is really funny! You will tell the tale and we will laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. We will roll on the floor and laugh some more. We will kick the furniture and spill the wine.
“And, then we will laugh some more for no reason at all.
“This is an all woman party, just to see how it goes. If we like it, let’s have more of them and often, hosted by whoever feels fit enough to host a bunch of crazy acting, loose laughing women!
“Please RSVP by Jan. 27th, so I know how many chairs and plates to set out that may get broken.
“I hope to see you!
Well. I have had a tremendous response. People are calling me and saying, ‘Oh, my friend wants to come, she desperately wants to come, can I bring my friend?’
I say ‘sure. What the hey.’
My brother Art with the leukemia, the one who’s car got smashed and who’s house burned down, says he wants to come, that he needs the laugh. I say “OK, you do need some laughs, but if you come you have to wear a dress and a lady’s wig. You can be our Honorary Woman.”
My friend Karen in Florida, demanded that I send her the invitation, then called me and said, “I love it! I am already calling people to have a Laughing Club Party at my house!”
Maybe we will have Laughing Club Parties all over the world?? What fun.
I’m going to start my party with this story, which I admit is really juvenile humor, but that’s part of the fun, right?
I’ll be telling the ladies, “Awhile back a friend of mine named Billy came over to see me at my house. He’s about fifty. He called me to come out on the front lawn beside my pool.
“He sidled up next to me, leaned over and whispered, “Got something really funny here. It’s a fart machine.”
“He glanced over at my pool where Paul The Pool Man was busily scooping leaves. He was scooping slowly. He doesn’t like to rush. He’s a big man, maybe in his 60’s with a great ruff of gray beard and flying head hair and he wears faded overalls with a bib.
‘Got an idea,’ Billy said, grinning like a nine year old. ‘This is remote control.’
“He carefully held up some kind of small box and something that looked like a TV clicker.
“Paul had his back to us, scooping the pool and gazing up into the great pine tree, the tree he has come to hate, that hangs over the water.
“‘Watch this,’ Billy whispered.
“He ran over to the grouping of deck chairs just behind Paul, put the fart box under a cushion and skeedaddled back to me.
“Paul The Pool Man bent to scoop some twigs from the water by hand.
“Billy had pushed the remote.
“Paul didn’t blink. He didn’t even look our way.
“Billy and I broke into screeching laughter.
“Paul leaned to the side and put the pool pole down.
“Billy and I collapsed with howling glee.
“Actually, I’d hit the grass ‘first fart’ and couldn’t get up. Whenever I laugh, my legs go weak and I collapse wherever I am. I can’t get off the ground until I stop laughing.
Billy and I were choking with laughter, roaring with mirth and silly merriment but again, Paul The Pool Man never even looked our way.
Every time Paul made an adjustment in his methods, he passed thunderous ‘gas.’
I was screaming with laughter, my nose face down in the dirt and muck, unable to even crawl to my knees. Billy was dragging me by an arm, across the lawn, trying to get me to stand up.
Paul looked skyward.
It went like this until Billy and I finally tired ourselves out, gave up and limped into the house.”
Well, OK, maybe it will be funnier when I tell it in person? Maybe I should wait until the general hilarity at the party has taken hold?
My sister, Candy, will be telling some Grandma Stories. These are true tales about my mother’s mother that just rip us to pieces with hysteria whenever she retells them at family parties.She does the voice, she does the mannerisms, she does the body movements of everyone in the stories and we absolutely almost choke ourselves laughing. Candy should be on stage.
I’ve been telling the ladies that are coming to the Laughing Party that if they have pee problems when they laugh that they had better make sure and wear their diaper pants. They have assured me that they will.
“You’re not ruining my furniture,” I tell them.
Gee! I wish YOU could come to my party!
Do you have any funny stories about yourself or your friends that you can tell us? If so, please put them in the ‘comments’ section (below) so we can all laugh together and have our own world-wide Laughing Party!
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