So, Easter weekend was pretty good. Hung out with soon to be in-laws, ate lots of deviled eggs, ham, and rolls. My future Mrs. proved once again how awesome she is by getting me a Classics Erector. (I still have my original Erector, just missing his crane.) I don’t know why that Toys R Us still had him, but he was the only one. He’s got great paint apps and his saw blade isn’t bent. (Apparently so many blades were warped that it’s mentioned on the tfwiki.)
And of course no family event is complete without an inappropriate joke from me… I tend to make ones that dance the line between ‘plausibly innocent’ and ‘perverted.’ This year was no different…
At the Easter gathering hosted by her great grandma, there is always a pinata full of candy and they have the little kids each take a swing at it. This year, it didn’t last too long as the pinata was kind of flimsy. It was in the shape of a pink guitar with Hannah Montana on it.
I started off with, “Well hey, at least it’s something everyone wants to smack.” That got a couple of groans, but I followed quickly with, “You know, in urban areas the Rihanna one is pretty popular.”
The ones who knew about it laughed.
Now, I try to be selective about this things. First, I dance that aforementioned line of deadpanned innocence and calm perversity, but I also don’t want them to be frequent enough to be annoying. If all you say are jokes and puns, you seem shallow and annoying. It’s better to hold a good conversation and throw something in the works when no one’s expecting it, or when it’s entirely inappropriate but you say it with such casual seriousness that they stutter and laugh instead of wanting to punch you.
Later on, the adults were gathered on couches and fighting off food induced nap temptations, when someone brought up the subject of getting a more sturdy pinata for next year.
“All it took was a couple of hits and that thing put out,” I agreed. (The first hints of people suspecting humor afoot got me squinted glances.) “But really, they should’ve known it would be easy…. It’s Hannah Montana.”
There was an awkward silence, followed by a couple of snickers, then a few full on belly laughs as the meaning of those two sentences became apparent.
To catch the sleepy up to speed, my future Mrs. hopped in with an on-purpose, “Matt! No dirty jokes at family gatherings!” Light bulbs flickered and sprang to life as people laughed, even the more reserved of the aunts.
I always like to see that, where there’s a moment of gears moving before the joke sets in.
So, those of you that celebrated, how was it?
“Man, I don’t quite remember but I think I ate too much…”
DP, I wasn’t asking y- SWEET ORANGE CRAP IN A HAT! What happened?
“Bad ham, maybe. Am I Jewish?”
I… I don’t think so?
“Damn. I would totally rock a yarmulke.”
“Oh yeah. Say, where do you keep your newspaper? This one might take a while… I found some body builder mags but they all smell like pineapple.”
Well said, Swoop.