Saturday, June 27, 2009

The 'Quick Incident

Last night was girls night out. Much like Vegas, what happens at girls night stays at girls night. Unless it is your own story and you wish to share it with the world as is the case here.

We were sitting around talking after our first pillow fight in our baby dolls. Okay, the scene is set for the guys out there who believe that's what happens at sleep overs or gatherings of women without their male counterparts :).

Moving on, comments shifted to some events that happened to one of the other girls' husband/significant other and how they had to choke back laughter at his expense. So I casually mentioned the following:

"Be honest, tell me there hasn't been at least one incident that happened to your husband/boyfriend that you couldn't help but laugh at, be it to his face or behind his back." Everyone nodded and chuckled and murmured in agreement. So I went on to tell the tale of Beosig and the 'Quick incident.

Begin flashback:

Beosig had recently moved to Montana to be with me and we were not even sharing an apartment yet. He lived in the apartment directly below mine. This particular evening he was in his apartment working on the computer. If memory serves correctly, we both had acquired a virus thanks to my computer lab at school and he was cleaning disks etc.

I wandered downstairs to see if he wanted a glass of chocolate milk. Beosig nods and says yes. I say "Open up!" and jokingly hold the box of Nestle Quick over his head. I did NOT plan what happens next. I swear it! He might disagree but I stand by my claim.

As I tip the box of Nestle Quick up, the lid pops off and chocolate mix goes EVERYWHERE! In Beosig's mouth, nose, probably down his shirt, all over the floor. It was a mess! After about 5 seconds to absorb what just happened and make sure he's okay, I lose my composure completely, laughing so hard I cry, my stomach hurts, I nearly pee my pants. I know I shouldn't laugh but it was SO DAMN FUNNY! I remember he came up to bed hours later and I was still chuckling about it.

End flashback:

I bet if you ask him he will say he still does not like Nestle Quick. Even as I relayed the stories to the girls last night I was reeling in laughter. I can't help myself. I find myself chuckling as I type this story up for the world to see as well. Hopefully you will find the humor in it as I did - and apparently still do.

4 comments:

Krista Koljonen said...

I can just hear your giggle as you remember this 'Quick Incident. Nice, witty title by the way, Shiarna.

What a hilarious story! Thanks for sharing. I don't every remember you telling Marci and I that one.

Rhianni32 said...

LOL thats awesome. I can totally invision what he must of looked like

Beosig said...

Don't forget that the 'Quick got INTO my computer as well. I wasn't working on the virus issue (that was a different day.) I was replacing a dead CD-ROM drive in my computer at the time. Case was open and everything. Ugh. I can still see the brown powder cascading down into my eyes, nose, WIDE OPEN mouth, my shirt and my computer. I still have brown nightmares to this day. *sniffle*

Kimberly Evans said...

Krista: I don't think I ever did share that one with Marci or you. Just not something that came to mind honestly.

Rhianni: Yeah, it was totally funny.

Beosig: I wasn't sure if it was the virus issue or not but I did vaguely recollect you mentioning it had gotten inside the computer or on the keyboard or something. I knew you'd set the scene straight.