Flashback Feature: 1991

As promised, I am periodically posting those events in my past that, to this day, still make me laugh hysterically.

Year: 1991
Place: Ravinia

Ravinia is an outdoor concert venue. It can be rather stuffy - especially on Saturday evenings when the Chicago Symphony Orchestra plays. There we were, six of us, among the north shore snobs with their wine and cheese and fasual clothes (fancy-casual - it's a term I've coined - please use it so it catches on.) We were twenty somethings who just wanted to get together and hang out on a warm Saturday night. While we talked...and talked...and talked...the ushers paraded past us holding their QUIET signs in the air. It wasn't our fault we were talking louder than they wanted. We had to hear each other over all that shushing and annoying music. Music which was slowly increasing in volume. Needless to say, those around us were growing more and more impatient with us. I know now, as a 43 year old, how annoyingly self-centered twenty-somethings can be, but back then, we just didn't care that much. We cared just enough to huddle closer together. TMS was telling us something funny we just couldn't wait another minute to hear so we were all leaning in particularly close - most of us leaning in on our elbows, but one poor girl leaning all the way across the blanket on her forearms at the base of TMS's crossed legs. Music getting louder now - must get closer to hear. Music louder - leaning closer - story getting funnier - music reaching crescendo - TMS laughing - muscles contricting - music stops abruptly. Silence. TMS farts...LOUD! All of us fall over with hysterical laughter. The thought of that poor girl leaning in so close to TMS's butt makes me double over to this day.