I made a new sound tonight, one I've never made before. It kind of scared me. I don't blame the drink, I blame the company.
First of all, when the bartender began mixing the Purple Haze that Friend #3 suggested I try, he brought out the Chambord.
"Yay!" I crowed, "it's the Holy Hand Grenade! How does that go?"
Friend #2 gestured grandly at Friend #3, who launched into:"'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu-- (Skip a bit, Brother.) And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it."
So that was pretty entertaining.
Then after two Purple Hazes, pretty much everything became entertaining. Eventually Friend #3 drove me home. Before we even got out of the parking lot, though, we happened to spy the Pizza Street Mascot walking to work. He was not on the clock, however, so he wasn't waving. He was striding in to work, and if you can imagine a businessman walking to work with his briefcase, except take away the briefcase and add a Foam Rubber Pepperoni Pizza costume, that's what we saw.
"Ellen," Friend #3 murmured calmly, " I don't want you to be afraid, but, that is a man dressed as a slice of pizza. It isn't a real slice of pizza walking in to that store."
At that point my typical aspirated HHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha! turned into a new laugh, one that Friend #3 identified as the laugh of Muttley the Dog. Kind of scary.