Still turned me into a giggler this a of m.

Interesting...the difference between a giggle and a laugh.

And what about the rip-snorters, the knee-slappers or floor-collapsers?

The shoulder-grabbers...the knuckle-to-eye washers or the hand-to-kitchen counter supporters?

I actually dated a 'wind-up laugher.'

Like a baseball pitcher on the mound...it would start low in her diaphragm, the ball is now behind the back, then move up to her throat...slowly now, and then the sudden release, ball is hurtling toward the catcher, singing out through her nostrils into a full voiced nasal aria...of sorts.

Think the sustained 'wheeeeee' from a sugar-addled child on the merry go round.

Made me afraid to say anything remotely humorous in a theatre or French restaurant, lest the waiter think we need a extra dash of his unctuousness or a good slap to the back in lieu of the heimlich maneuver.

One time, when I was whirling her around on the dance floor, dipping her, showing the crowd that I was of course the Rudolf Nureyev of the disco world, a friend sitting on one of the chairs yelled out, 'Wakeham, looks like you don't like boxers, eh?'

Now why would she say that?

Whilst still concentrating on my moves, turning away from my audience, I dropped one hand to check the backside of my pants.

Oh yes. Torn open from belt loop to crotch. Nice.

Good to aerate the package but not when one is changing the focus from the moves to the flashing tighty whities.

Of course, as it is when fate delivers a smack to the old hubris, I chose to loudly whisper in Anita's ears about the state of my pants.

Twas then that the music stopped and the lights came up.

Of course, to her, this information meant three wind-up increasingly louder laughs in a row, to finish said aria with a very pronounced shocking snort and sneeze.

Now every eye in the joint was on me...of course, it necessitated a move later made popular by Michael Jackson.

Quickly moonwalking to table to jacket as kilt to grab still giggling Anita by hand to exit stage left and running.

Thanks AG...tis a good memory.