Creative Hearing Part 1

I have this thing. I claim it's Creative Hearing because back when I had a ringing in my ears and had an audiologist test my hearing, I passed with flying colors so, obviously, it's not a huge back-up of wax or too many nights at MU330 shows during my formative years. But regardless, I don't hear well. I hear things I THINK you said perfectly, but usually that's not anywhere NEAR what you actually said. Sometimes this makes me laugh like a hyena. Case in point: Saturday night.

Henry, Tina, and I all go see "Wedding Crashers" at the Chase. Not a terrible movie. A little lagging at times and I really wanted to cut Owen Wilson's hair, but that Rachel McAdams has a good Jennifer-Garner-minus-Ben-Affleck thing going so it wasn't a total loss. After it was over and we were separated while wending our way out of the theater, Tina caught me and quietly said she was going to the bathroom. Common. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Except I heard, "Look, there's Mothra." And I looked. And then realized what she really said, and realized I was obviously nuts for looking down the lobby expecting to see Mothra, and then I started laughing. And when I say "laughing" I mean uncontrollable, eye-tearing, occasionally snorting, face-turning-red laughing. And since she had no idea I had thought this because she was well on her way to the bathroom when it all dawned on me, I was standing there alone, in this state, as people spilled out of the theater.

When Henry finally found me, I was laughing too hard to even fully tell him the story so he gave up and went to the bathroom. And that just brought it all back so I was laughing hysterically alone again.

And this happens all the time - maybe not all that laughing, but definitely all that Creative Hearing thing. So, when it does, I'll be sure to let you know. And if you see Mothra at the movies, tell him I said hello.