This One is Just For You, Jordan

I've made a hobby of taking random things Jordan says and does and turning them into blog posts.  It's easy since he's a pretty funny guy.  Last night Jordan and I were laughing over a time when I had thoroughly embarrassed myself and he said "You should blog about that."  This took me by surprise and I thought "Why?"  It then occurred to me that after immortalizing some of the stupid things Jordan has done/said, ("In 1842 Columbus sailed the ocean blue!") perhaps it was my turn to have a spotlight on my own actions and we all debate if I have an unnaturally high number of chromosomes.

As stated in a previous post a couple weeks ago, I had won tickets to Annie Get Your Gun at the Scera outdoor theater.  We spread our blanket right in the center of the crowd and settled in for the show.  (Hold on, I just dropped a raisinete down my shirt and I'm trying to figure out the most graceful way to dig it out while at work)

I'm not sure what the play is classified as, if it was meant to be a comedy, but there were a couple places that deserved a good chuckle.  However, about halfway through the show one of the characters delivered a line, and apparently out of the entire crowd I was the only person that thought it was funny, and unfortunately in the complete and utter silence I emitted a laugh even a donkey would have been embarrassed of, and loud enough that I'm confident it bounced back off the mountains.  It erupted from me before I knew what was happening:

 "HUH HUH!"

I was just as surprised as everyone around me, who most likely assumed I had Down Syndrome.  Half the audience turned to get a glimpse of who could produce such a laugh, while the other half took enough pity on the poor down syndrome girl not to stare.  Meanwhile, Jordan had very slyly scooted completely off the blanket and away from me, and was now sitting off in the grass to my left.  I could tell he was considering hopping onto the blanket of the people next to us to further distance himself from association with me. 

I think Jordan was more embarrassed that I was.  He hasn't let me forget it either with constant heckling and abundant reenactments of the laugh that could be heard in the next city.  I'm less able to recreate it, though Jordan does it perfectly, and the fact that I have to cross my eyes to get remotely close tells me a lot.

Admittedly, I do have quite the knack for laughing at the wrong time.  During Two Towers I had a complete laugh attack when the King was crying for his dead son.  And unfortunately, because I saw it in the theaters multiple times, I laughed good and hard multiple times as well.  Perhaps my sense of humor is broken . . . ha ha, ellipses is fun to say!