How to prepare my wife??? I was excited, but my story was preposterous, and the evidence to support it was, at the very least, suspicious. On top of that, Diane is one of those who thrive on certainty and concreteness, and is inclined to prepare very conscientiously for company. The thought that something as unusual as a small extra-terrestrial creature could show up whenever Now was, might take her around a bend I'd be reluctant to follow.
As it turned out, whether it was because the possibility of preparedness was not an option, or more likely, because she didn't take me seriously, she was very relaxed that evening when he showed up. We were just sitting down to watch one of those TV dance shows, when a thwack of the screen door closing followed by shuffling sounds from the front porch signaled a visitor.
There was no way to have prepared anyone for what followed.
"Hi...welcome"..."hi," he murmured shyly as he entered clutching a haphazard, but beautiful, bunch of utterly familiar flowers that a few minutes before had been thriving in Diane's much cared for perennial beds that welcomed friends to our home. Offering the awkward bouquet of random length stems, he gazed up at my spellbound spouse, and said softly, "Nice bumps!"......He then turned to me, saying, with a bit of confidence earned by what he had considered an appropriate compliment, "You Diana, she very good bumps...nice"... And then back to Diane, reaching to shake hands just as she was realizing which bumps he was admiring..."Me Riri , nice bum"/"yesthanksvase, vase, I'll get a vase!" I couldn't help smiling as she groped for a container,, nearly dropping the arrangement. I met Diane's sideways "what's goin' on?" glance with a weak shrug, as Riri, without invitation made directly in search of the source of the dramatic Latin rhythms emanating from the family room...After exchanging perplexed glances once more, we followed uncertainly......
The awkward prospect of sitting and visiting with what had morphed from a shy curiosity into an "800 lb. gorilla in the room" was however, quickly dispelled. Before we could sit down the hilarious response of our diminutive guest to an Argentine tango had us in stitches. Swaying to the dynamic rhythms soon led to gyrating on the arm of the recliner, and then, to sashaying back and forth on the back of the loveseat. We were informed that this was his first exposure to "life" music and dancing and that he couldn't understand the concept of watching dancing. "Why do that?...crazyearthguys...dancin' is dancin'...I boogie dude"... It was immediately clear that there was no way we were gone sit down like "crazyearthguys...When the program ended an hour later, we were informed he "coulda dancin' all night" (we couldna). Riri's joyful jitterbug had been "off-the-wall" (I mean walls)...His waltz wasn't what you would call graceful, but it kinda sorta flowed, and an emphatic cha cha cha was right up there with the tango. When the last notes faded, so did our visitor, continuing to waltz til he flopped on a cushion, soon vanishing, without a word.
A quick survey revealed that nothing had been damaged or broken, although our sides hurt from laughing. Diane and I, still smiling, wearily slowdanced to lingering vibrations, 'til they too gradually melted away into the stillness of a very dark night..."Nice bumps, babe".....
Who was it, said, "It's ok to have too much fun!"?
It is ok to have too much fun!
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