April 14, 2010

• Brotherly bondage

  I recently went on a road trip, more on that to come.

  When I was a small child, my brother and I would often listen to his wide assortment of Bill Cosby tapes before going to bed.  I knew them all by heart.  Buck-buck, Noah, Dad is great, all of them.  One of my fondest memories was listening to this fantastic stand-up comedy before I fell asleep.

  Though, shortly after falling asleep to these tapes my brother would wake me up since he talks in his sleep.  Now I love my brother dearly.  However, his sleep-talking would vary from the creepy to the out right hilarious.  He often would only say one or two words, but sometimes he would have entire conversations.  I don’t know who he was talking to in his dream world, but it was freaking funny.  The problem was, sometimes I really didn’t know if he was talking to me or just talking in his sleep.  I would often try to talk with him while he did this, the conversations usually went something like this.

  Joel “You know, when you took the rickshaw to jabber jabber, I never flew over it.”
  Me: “Um, yeeeeah.  So what are you talking about?”
  Joel: “You never saw a Popsicle house in the chicken yard?  Gruel in your shoes made pickles better, you know?”
  Me:  “Ah your talking in your sleep, gotcha.”
  Joel:  “Gotcha gotcha like a rabbit dunking donuts yelling with the purple.  Your necktie doesn’t drink the goose, does it?”
  Me: “No, Joel, I’m afraid it doesn’t”
  Joel: “CHICKEN POT PIE!”

  I had new nighttime bonding with my brother-in-law.  I just spent 21 hours in a minivan.  In transit, my brother-in-law mentioned that he wanted to listen to Bill Cosby.  The nighttime Cosby piqued my interest and I could hardly wait for his driving shift to begin.  It started at 9pm.  It continued through the following day at 9am.  Twelve hours through the night.  Bill Cosby helped us endure being awake for over 24 hours.

  Though we really bonded quite well.  Staying awake through the night with anyone can really create a good bond.  We talked about:
  -Bill Cosby,
  -health care,
  -food,
  -anarchy,
  -children,
  -video games,
  -politics
  -chemistry,
  -books,
  and more.

  A sleepless night of talk can really bond two guys.

  We’ve only made love twice, but it was fantastic.

  Wait, that last part was not quite accurate.  My wife has done about 239742 road trips.  I think this is my second.  Now she’s all excited for me to do more.  Our conversation went like this:

  Me:  Whew, that was 21 hours of suck, huh?
  Her: Well, we’re here now, isn’t this great.  The ride was half the fun, right?
  Me: Um, you were sleeping at 3am, well, for most of the time, but Samantha woke up every hour crying.
  Her: Nah, it wasn’t too bad
  Me: Periwinkle jello doesn’t make a porcupine drunk by Christmas
  Her: What?
  Me: CHICKEN POT PIE!

  I don’t think that I will ever really be a road trip type of guy, but at least now I know I can do it if I have to. 

  I guess that I do have to mention that I didn’t mention that of the 21 hours of driving I drove for a total of, um, well, 0 hours.  Yeah, I know, that’s pretty weak, but I kept Randy up all night (joke averted), so that’s something.

  Anyways, here’s some Bill Cosby:
  ENJOY

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