Perhaps it was the 90 minute drive with an incomprehensible Irishman. (An auspicious beginning, no doubt.) Or maybe it was eating my entire dinner (including salad and desert) in under 5 minutes.
Possibly, it was due to the well crafted, impecably timed production of The Foreigner. Or the remarkable ability of Sarah and Mary to create hilarity from the painfully mundane.
Maybe it was Norovirus.
But I think I laughed harder last night than I have in a while.
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