A Day in the Life of ChrisDickson: Yes I am Dead. Now Go Back to Sleep!
Facebook Migration Series, Volume XII
Originally written May 9, 2010
I keep laughing to myself as I think about what I'm getting ready to write. Well, by writing I mean typing. Anyhow, some of my boys and myself had somewhat of a boys night out about a couple months ago, maybe. Of the group, one is married, another in a serious relationship, and the others were just, well, yeah. So we are out at this gaming place in Long Beach. It is something along the lines of Dave and Buster's, basically Chuck E Cheese for adults. I did not care too much for the place because the games were not all that fun. Maybe if we would have bowled or something, it would have been better. Oh yeah! There was this horse racing game that was kind of fun. You had to actually train and race the horse against, potentially, 6 or 7 other people.
After we finished at this game place, we headed to good ole' Roscoe's [Chicken n' Waffles]. I never been to the one in Long Beach. Hell, I didn't even know there was one in Long Beach. Hm. So were are eating and talking about all sorts of things. One of the dudes is just an absolute nut. Just laughter all night. Somehow, someway, he managed to get the conversation to a point where we started talking about being sleep and women.
"Man so last night," the married one starts, " You know. I like to sleep on my back sometimes. I'm knocked out in bed the other night and she just wakes me up like 'hey, wake up. It looks like you're dead.' I'm like maaan are you serious."
I start busting up to a point where everyone in Roscoe's was looking at me/us. I respond to my boy, "Man that makes noooo sense. [Women] act like we actually die, then move into the coffin pose!" I say while continuously laughing.
The crazy one adds, "Yeah man. It's like we say, 'ok I'm going to die in...3...2...1...die'" then he gets in the coffin pose.
We went on doing several different variations of ways to die, then get into the coffin pose after we already died. At this point, I'm in absolute tears.
This has happened to me before. Sometimes, I sleep on my back and would have my hands near my chest. I was awakened after she said, "Chris! Wake up. It looks like you are dead." In my mind I'm like what the hell? If I'm dead, call a damn coroner. Don't wake me up!
This is one of two things that [some] women do that kills me. Well, it kills me in sort of a funny, ironic way. The other is the Toilet Seat Controversy (which will be a note in the future). My notion is that if I am dead, how in the hell would I be able to die, then arrange myself into the perfect coffin pose. If I'm dying, I will be in too much pain to be messing around getting into some perfect coffin pose.
I'm still kind of laughing to myself. I must say, god must have created us men and women to be utter opposites. Our interactions can be just pure comedy at times...
Originally written May 9, 2010
After we finished at this game place, we headed to good ole' Roscoe's [Chicken n' Waffles]. I never been to the one in Long Beach. Hell, I didn't even know there was one in Long Beach. Hm. So were are eating and talking about all sorts of things. One of the dudes is just an absolute nut. Just laughter all night. Somehow, someway, he managed to get the conversation to a point where we started talking about being sleep and women.
"Man so last night," the married one starts, " You know. I like to sleep on my back sometimes. I'm knocked out in bed the other night and she just wakes me up like 'hey, wake up. It looks like you're dead.' I'm like maaan are you serious."
I start busting up to a point where everyone in Roscoe's was looking at me/us. I respond to my boy, "Man that makes noooo sense. [Women] act like we actually die, then move into the coffin pose!" I say while continuously laughing.
The crazy one adds, "Yeah man. It's like we say, 'ok I'm going to die in...3...2...1...die'" then he gets in the coffin pose.
We went on doing several different variations of ways to die, then get into the coffin pose after we already died. At this point, I'm in absolute tears.
This has happened to me before. Sometimes, I sleep on my back and would have my hands near my chest. I was awakened after she said, "Chris! Wake up. It looks like you are dead." In my mind I'm like what the hell? If I'm dead, call a damn coroner. Don't wake me up!
This is one of two things that [some] women do that kills me. Well, it kills me in sort of a funny, ironic way. The other is the Toilet Seat Controversy (which will be a note in the future). My notion is that if I am dead, how in the hell would I be able to die, then arrange myself into the perfect coffin pose. If I'm dying, I will be in too much pain to be messing around getting into some perfect coffin pose.
I'm still kind of laughing to myself. I must say, god must have created us men and women to be utter opposites. Our interactions can be just pure comedy at times...
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