HAVE YOU SEEN MY LUNG?

I think I lost it last Tuesday in the Petaluma Boulevard Cinemas at a showing of “The Hangover.”

I bought my ticket hoping I would laugh despite my loathing of dumb jokes, sketch humor and what passes for a comedy lately. I am happy to report to In The Dark that, yes, I laughed so hard, I nearly lost a lung.

I laughed because of natural dialog and pretty good timing. The editing wasn’t bad, either.

And I hate Vegas. Hate bathroom humor. Hate Hollywood funny.

Maybe I laughed so hard because I always thought boxer Mike Tyson was a pug puppy cuddling sort of guy. (Certainly David Sedaris suspected!)

I can barely drive now if I flash on the scene when the drug dealer and groomsmen discuss why roofies are called roofies when really, they should have been called floories or better yet, rapies.

A friend of mine said she didn’t enjoy “The Hangover” because it included such concentrated passages of irresponsibility.

Maybe that’s what I liked most about it.

Maybe I needed a vacation from being careful and thoughtful.

Who knows? Maybe I should consider a real trip to Vegas.

Maybe I’m overdue.

- The Girl in the Red Velvet Seat