Turning Humour Off
Just realised that I *may* have to tone my sense of humour / outspoken behaviour down a notch [or 5] when I get to Las Vegas to avoid pissing people off. Especially since everyone’s going to be moody / cranky from all that sleep and sex deprivation. I can be the bitch from hell when hungry and sleep deprived. Either that or I will burst into song spontaneously / laugh non-stop for no apparent reason. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
No one, except family and friends, seem to understand my dry / sarcastic / morbid sense of humour. Example in point :
Q [as posted on Facebook wall of Bikram Yoga Fall 2009 Training group] :
Why are they building 3 tents in the Hilton?
M* : Oh, 1’s for the hot room, 1’s the lecture room, and the other one’s to dump all our dead bodies in after they’re done.
Nobody took too kindly to that. Everyone was so serious and talking about the whole debacle / business of getting wifi in the room / fridges in the room.
Sheesh. I’m starting to think this batch of trainees are too yoga-serious, or my sense of humour is questionable. 😛
p.s : If all else fails, I’ll start talking like a Jamaican and claim that English is my 3rd language, right after Klingon and Cthulhu.