I had never been to a movie with Didgeridoo Boy, not even on a group outing twenty years ago, when he and I first became acquainted. You've seen what he does here through the pictures and videos I've been posting - - imagine that in public. Yes, it does happen, although he's a little more restrained - a very little. I was honestly worried about what he might do, but he was actually on his best behavior and the evening went off without us getting chucked out of the theater for a case of the sillies. There was an issue, though...
It took coming back into contact with each other for me to realize just how freakin' tall this guy is. I don't know how I'd missed it before - and I was a full three inches shorter when I first knew him. Didge is 6'3 - perhaps that got by me because he does have a tendency to coil himself up deceptively. And he was doing a lot of coiling, uncoiling, and recoiling in his theater chair. I remember looking over at one point and marveling at just how little space such a tall man could comfortably occupy. (He's walking around the house now - - towering in action...)
Anyway - at the end of the movie, Didge had to unfurl. Up he stood, turned to his left, and staggered like a drunk down between the chairs and over to the aisle, where he sat down, snickering, curling back up and rocking back and forth. He would stretch his legs out, and then curl them back up, and finally rolled to his side (laughing) and back up again. He plopped his legs out straight. I was all the way down by our seats, having stopped stock still in my state of wondering just what the hell had gone wrong with his ambulatory skills. It's not every day that your beloved staggers to a drop and roll in the cinema, now, is it?
He said, "My legs.....(laughter)...my legs are asleep. I can't walk." I started to walk towards him to help him up, and he rolled a little bit again. "It's because of how I was sitting....." I asked if he needed help, and he said he didn't know. A couple waiting to go down into the theater were finding it as amusing as Didge, who finally rolled and kicked his way up to standing and sauntered over, saying, "You ready to go, foo?" The perils of being tall....
(Oh, dear, he's fueling himself up with chocolate and Mountain Dew....)
As an aside, he was delighted with the size of the bucket that contained our popcorn, and announced his intention to keep it as a "prop". The wheels began turning well before it was empty, and when we got home, he made this of it:
All Disgruntled Tooth Fairies need crash helmets. I'll leave the image in reverse and let you figure out what he wrote on the brim.
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