The
only time we've ever driven under the influence is after a visit to the
dentist. We can't remember why we needed so much "laughing gas" and
novocaine (or whatever it was they gave me before, one assumes, jumping
my bones and filming it, a la that Seinfeld episode), but in any case,
we remember turning on the car and "Mrs. Robinson" coming over the
radio. For some reason, this was all of a sudden the funniest song ever
recorded, and we began to sing along in a deliberate monotone that made
the song sound like William Shatner with a brutal hangover. Then we
started up the car and drove home, not remembering how to get there.
This 7-year-old boy got to have that experience, thankfully years before being allowed to drive...
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