You have no idea what Keyser’s been up to. And for that matter, neither does he. He hopes he doesn’t regret it all tomorrow!
True story. Once, many years ago, Keyser and the ex-Mrs. S had ABC’s Wide World of Sports on the television, and she was out of the room. I wasn’t really paying any attention, so when I look up at it, I’m puzzled to see some weird event where women are shoving these round things down an ice rink, and there’s people with brooms sweeping. I call Mrs. S in and say, “Hey, what the hell is that?”
Her: “Oh, that’s curling.”
Me:”Oh, stop it!”
Her: “No, really. You push rocks down the ice to try and shove the other team’s ice out of the way, and some people smoother the ice in the path of the rock–”
Me: “No, cut it out, that’s totally ridiculous!”
Her: “No, really. That’s what they do, they” [blah blah blah, insert techno-curling babble].
I swear to God, in response to her absurd attempt to make some sense of this completely implausible activity, I bent over in uncontrollable peals of laughter until the tears streamed down my cheeks, and her increasingly exasperated efforts at maintaining the reality of this song and dance, and it took five minutes for the spasms of laughter to die down.
And then we moved here to Iglooville, and it turned out the joke was on me. She wasn’t making it up!