It was a typical day in Liz Carey’s life.
She slept until 10. Watched an episode of Degrassi. Drove her Honda Civic to her retail sales job at noon. Stopped by Target for a late lunch where she grabbed a Caesar salad, queso dip and chips and a hard boiled egg. (Look, we don’t judge these things in Quirkyville.)
Then, she wrapped her workday around 8 p.m. in time to zip down the Westport Flea Market to join her friends and family (lots of them) to watch her brother’s improv comedy troupe, the Stitchtactics perform a 10 p.m. show.
She honked her little horn when the comedians got her day grossly wrong (No, she didn’t take a shower in bed. Just because she didn’t say the shower was in the bathroom means she literally showered in the bed.)
The team used wigs, props and live people to play innate objects (Liz’s brother, Joe played her Honda Civic.) And it was all very, very funny.
But we weren’t laughing at the skit, as much as we were laughing at what we knew.
Because despite the fact that Liz had been on the phone for the past day, texting and calling people to come see Joe’s show, that’s not why they were there.
They let her think that she invited them. We let her think that we all came to support Joe’s show.
Quite frankly, we were all a little stunned that she honestly believed her parents, her sibblings (both of the two not in the show), their spouses (one 8.5 months pregnant) , their neighborhood friends, her boyfriend’s parents, her boyfriend’s aunt, her best friend and her co-workers all came to show their support for her brother. (At the same time.)
But she did.
But Joe announced that there was more and he needed her to close her eyes so he could spin her around.
She has probably seen this act a handful of times and no one has ever gotten spun around at the end.
But she didn’t question that either.
Oh, that crazy Joe! He must be up to something new.
When she opened her eyes, she saw this…
And then she made this face (as she quickly slipped off a fashion ring she was wearing that night on that finger.)
She said, “yes!”