Last Friday was date night. It was rather fantastic. Brian and I ordered pizza from this little pizza joint in Chicago suburbia (Aurelio’s). Then we ate on a bench in the cute little downtown area of our hometown. Afterwards, we meandered into the classic theater to watch Gatsby (LOVED Gatsby). When I say classic theater, I mean one of those historic relic theaters that has curtains and an organ player…It’s where we saw The Wallflowers a few months back.
After the movie we made our way to the homefront, laughing, happy…overall just enjoying each others’ company. We plopped down into our delightful squish bed chat chat chatting away. We were snugglin’ (don’t hate on our adorableness, yo) and I felt like I was upside down, so I told Brian he needed a pillow. I put it half on his arm and half on his face, and propped my head on top. “You okay?” I asked him.
“I’m fine” he mumbled through the pillow.
So I moved the pillow over his whole head. “How ’bout now?”
“Still great!” (I think that’s what he said…it was a little hard to decipher because of the pillow.)
So I pushed down with my head. “How ’bout now?”
“Maybe not so good.” So I let go.
And then Brian went off on one of his Brian rants about how weird it is that in the movies people always suffocate others with pillows. Like that would really work. And he looked at me dead serious, “Seriously, it is impossible to kill someone with a pillow.”
So OF COURSE I looked at him, and said, “OK great. Try to suffocate me!”
He looked at me for a second and then apparently though, what the hell…because moments later I was on my back and Brian was ready to cover me with a pillow. “Wait!” he called out…”We need like a code. Tap twice on my leg if you really can’t breath.”
“You got it dude.”
And then he pillow suffocated me. And I was laughing so hard. “How you doing?”
“I’m fine. Try harder.” And I kept laughing. And then I started flailing my arms around yelling, “Heeeelp! Ahhh!” in between laughter.
So Brian’s all, “That wasn’t the code. Are you alright?” And I just kept on laughing hysterically through the pillow. “Can you breath?”
“Of course. It’s getting hot in here though.”
And then he removed the pillow. And we laughed for another 10 minutes. Reading this through, it doesn’t sound as funny so much as a sexual adventure gone wrong…but it really was just good clean fun, you dirty birds.
Cristina says your crazy….but she loves you. I find it pretty funny also, but be careful! I would hate to put Brian in jail. You know how much we love him! But, we love you more.
Mom, he wasn’t REALLY trying to suffocate me.
You’re both nuts. I love you. But you’re nuts.
Tee hee hee
Oh you crazy kids!
You love us.
LOL..This sounds like something my husband and I would do.
It sounds like you have a well-balanced, loving, normal relationship.
Sounds like a kinky… I mean fun time 🙂 You two are crazy!!
We try. Really hard.
It was confusing for me too, the pillow thingy…I never tried it on meself though! 😉
So, it was good, the film, you say? I heard different opinions and now I am really wondering if I should go and see it.
I really loved it. But I loved Gatsby in general. And Baz Luhrman. And Leonardo DiCaprio. (Joy)