Since my – definitely not day drinking – butt was firmly planted on the couch contemplating what precisely I was going to do next (and starting to feel rather blue about it), Dourwood’s timing was impeccable.
Dourwood: “Laney’s out of town and I need to eat!”
Me: “The Rusty Hinge?”
Dourwood: “Nope a new place, The Fungus House!”
Me: “The Fungus House?”
Dourwood: “It has five stars.”
Me: “Out of 100?”
Dourwood: “No, out of five!”
Me: “I am hung up on the word FUNGUS.”
Dourwood: “You’ll have Fun. I promise.”
Me: “You are Guaranteeing the Fun? Last time I was promised Fun I got 8 stitches.”
Dourwood: “No equipment needed except a fork and spoon. Chances of stitches low. No knives on premises.”
Dourwood: “I am buying!”
Dourwood: “Come on, Morticia.”
Me: “Kk. When?”
As a newly minted member of the unemployed – a free dinner – even fungi adjacent – couldn’t be turned down (maybe it won’t be that bad?). More worrisome was the promise of fun.
Wood and I had mastered Fun years ago. However I learned the promise of it (coupled with Laney’s out-of-town status) should be accompanied by wary restraint.
I am not overreacting.
This Guarantee has lead to plunging off of bridges wearing bungee cords, acting out parts in a live version of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, an ill advised branding (yes the hot poker kind), a wedding officiated by Elvis (him, not me – how he got Laney to agree I am not sure – she was sober, I checked) and the last time he got us an audition with the circus (hence 8 stitches from an unfortunate knife trick – and Ringling Brothers has since closed – so I would now be idle either way). While all of these umm…activities were fun and memorable, I am not sure my current mental state could take this unique type of diversion.
On the other hand it would get me out of the cottage and Wood is much better with support than my Aunt – so provided no knives, wheels or lines were involved things, I am cautiously optimistic things should go swimmingly.
Fortunately me and my dancing shoes we didn’t have to sober up tonight – Wood planned on going out on Saturday. So I could figure out what safety gear I could wear under my clothes without adding lumps in unusual places.
A bit of precaution never hurt anyone.