Ever-Changing Reflection

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.
~ Kahlil Gibran

Monday, December 7, 2009

FMM: How embarrassing!


Okay, we're gonna get a little candid this week and share some of our most embarrassing moments.

So go ahead, spill it! Was it something you said? Something you did? Something your kids or pet did?

{If you're too chicken, share something embarrassing about someone else. Just don't name names!}
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Today's topic is a tough one for me because, while I definitely experience those awkward moments, I rarely get truly embarrassed. This usually leads to more embarrassing moments for my friends and family!

However, there are times when my cheeks have flushed and I wished I was anywhere but there. I am able to look back and laugh at these times, however, and this is one of my (and my friends') favorites.

We went down to Newport, RI, for my BFF's bachelorette party. I was the MOH and planned the day and made dinner reservations, but I left the night open to whatever the bride wanted to do. We ended up at a bar, listening to a live band and dancing the night away.

The band was rocking, and they were really great about interacting with the crowd. There were a few bachelorette parties, and they organized a battle of the bachelorettes where the bride and her bridesmaids had to compete in different activities (cheering, dancing on the stage) to win.

Everyone was having a good time, and I was smitten with one of the band members. I took the opportunity to talk to him during a break, and he gave me his business card (this is a whole other story). When the band started playing again, he pulled me up on stage to dance.


I shook my thang for an entire song with the band. I hopped off the stage on cloud nine and continued my booty dance. I dropped low and hit the floor and... *rip*... *gasp*... the back seam of my pants split wide open. I was crouched on the floor in a crowded bar, and no one saw until my BFF looked down at my face. She knew right away what had happened (she had pulled a similar stunt earlier that year). I slowly stood up, clutching the back of my pants, and told her I was going to go back to the hotel. She responded that I was her best friend and MOH, and there was no way in hell I was going back to the hotel the night of her bachelorette party. I told her I needed to do something as I had no back to my pants, and I, unfortunately, was sporting a too-sexy-for-the-situation thong.

She gathered the girls and collected their bachelorette pins (to the like of "slut," "I slept with the groom," "virgin," etc.) and dragged me to the bathroom. I stood on the toilet, bare ass in my BFF's face, while she pinned my pants back together and draped her bachelorette sash around my hips.

Suitably put together for a party, I headed back out to the dance floor with my head held high and my butt in a corner and danced the rest of the night away.

1 comment:

KLaw said...

Eeek! That's a great story! I am proud of you for rockin in out despite the gaping hole in your drawers!