traveling with @RobinPlemmons

Robin and I have traveled together several times. Each trip has been it’s own voyage of hilarity. We have moments that can only be described as bizarre perfection.

In In New Orleans I couldn’t find my phone so Robin called it. It had slipped out of my bra where I kept it hidden and I’d forgotten I’d set my ringtone for her calls to be Lafayette from “True Blood”. So in front of the bellman my shirt started saying “Ring Ring, Hooker!”

In Nashville we were in the ladies room so I could put in eye drops. When I put in eye drops they always roll down the sides of my face and look like tears. I ask Robin “Why do you hate Canadians?” She tries top shush me but has a terrible way of laughing that encourages me. “You know Michael J.Fox is Canadian. It’s like hating him. He has Parkinsons. Why do you hate people with Parkinsons disease?” This ridiculous train of thought reduces Robin to smacking me on the arm and yelling “SHUT UP during her laughter!  What we hadn’t noticed was the women walking in the bathroom that didn’t see me harassing Robin. They just saw her yelling and hitting a poor, crying, disabled person. We fled the scener before they called hotel security.

There are elevator stories, drunken wheelchair conversation stories, conversations on 1-10 funny scale rate 100,000,000.

We tried to be on our best behavior in Washington DC.

Which, of course, means the universe was out to get us.

It didn’t seem right to have us trying to be good and not have something go terribly wrong.

Getting dressed in a hotel room means I have to have help pulling my pants up. I get in position standing up, holding on and then Robin leans downs to grab my pants to start pulling then up. She gets the pants about knee high and stops. She looks up at me  and starts to laugh. “I’m stuck. My necklace is caught on your sweater.” Sure enough, Robin is stuck, face in my breasts, necklace snagged in my sweater, pants around my legs. Unable to go up or down. We are giggling. Cause that makes it easier. She ends up having to drop the pants and reaching to undo her jewelry.

In the nation’s capital, just blocks from our president, getting ready for a summit with the UN Foundation I got Robin’s face stuck in my boobs. 

I can’t wait to see what happens next!

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5 Responses to traveling with @RobinPlemmons

  1. Robin Plemmons February 15, 2013 at 12:16 PM #

    NEVER A DULL MOMENT. Let’s do it again. Love you.

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  2. Alexandra February 14, 2013 at 9:36 AM #

    I love Robin for so many reasons, but this one right here: how she makes you laugh. I love to see you shake your shoulders, breathe in hard, and laugh, Anissa.


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  3. Deb Rox February 14, 2013 at 8:27 AM #

    I hope there was a snack altar. (Something tells me there is always a snack altar.)

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