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What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment?

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Everyone has a “most embarrassing moment.” Few people are stupid enough to put them out there in cyberspace for anyone to read.

I guess I’m stupid.

My mother, the good Southern woman that she is, always wanted me to be girly. She dressed me in frilly dresses, bedecked me in loads of bling and ribbon and lace, and diligently wrangled my rat’s nest hair into the requisite girly-girl do’s of the 1970′s.

I compliantly went along with this mistreatment until second grade. I wanted to wear Levi’s, specifically the dumpy corduroy variety. Knee socks were so much cooler to me than itchy lace tights. I started being much more opinionated about my coiffure (which meant I walked around looking like a frightening freak show much of the time, because I was the anti-coiffure girl.)

Well, my mother was having none of it. She took me shopping and refused to buy me anything other than HER version of the perfect seven-year-old outfit - culottes, graphic t-shirt, panty hose in hideous dark, totally-not-matching-my-skin-tone-tan, and blinding white sandals. That she put this vomitous outfit on me and sent me to school in it should be classified as child abuse. I still think so.

My second grade teacher believed that reading out loud to the class effectively taught reading and built poise at the same time. To this day, I don’t disagree with her. That I would be called on to read in front of class on the day that I was dressed in my own split skirt version of Hell became a drama of outstanding proportions in my tiny second grade mind.

Dutifully, I acted out a version of being fine as I went to the front and assumed the reading position. For the life of me, I cannot remember what the book was, because it is all still blotted out by my burning desire to go to the bathroom. I had NEVER felt the compulsion to relieve myself so urgently in my entire brief life.

So, I rocked back and forth as I read. I paced as I read. It became a theatrical, all-characters-acted-out version of the story as I desperately tried to hold my water in. I wiggled. I gesticulated wildly. I strained. I crossed my legs. I did everything my pea brain could conceive to keep from creating my own mini version of Niagara Falls.

Not once did I think asking the teacher to go to the bathroom would be the best course. Oh no. Instead, my private melodrama played out with me deciding to just go. If I went a little in my hideous split skirt, maybe I would ruin it but no one would know the difference.

So, I let myself go – only, it was a flood that can only be akin to the breaking of the world’s biggest dam. I couldn’t stop it once it started. As it ran down my legs, pooled on the floor, soaked my vile split skirt and wretched panty hose, I screamed out, “I have to go to the bathroom!”

Ken Smith, wherever you are, I can still see you and your blue, long sleeved, 1970′s era boy shirt on the front row. Ken stood up in his chair and shouted, “She’s doing it RIGHT THERE!!!!” as he pointed to my self-created ocean with little boy glee. The whole class joined in, and I wanted the floor to open up and flat-out eat me.

On the upside, I never, ever wore the split skirt combo again. I guess the lesson is that even life’s most embarrassing moments can have positives – if we know where to find them.

What’s your most embarrassing moment, Dear Reader?

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  1. No, I can’t top that. Just can’t. I have wet the classroom floor all right, and had Bruno Ferari stand there pointing t it and saying “You did that.” But yours is an action special.

    Though I did burp resoundingly at sedate lunchtime in the art deco masterpiece, the De La Warr Pavillion, at Bexhill on Sea. I burped so loud all the sophisticated ladies’ pearl earrings reverberated gently beneath their delicate lobes. That took some getting out of.

    August 25, 2013
    • Bruno Ferari. What a name, Kate. What did he look like? (I’m really going to have to remember that name.)

      I once burped out the other end at the worst possible time. I sneezed, and it happened simultaneously, and I wanted to die. So, I can imagine how you felt in that room.

      August 25, 2013
  2. rod #

    I have nothing to compare with your experience – though I once used the word ‘orgasm’ twice when the word I should have used was ‘organism’. Not a mistake I have made since.

    August 25, 2013
    • I think that is a completely understandable mistake, Rod.

      August 25, 2013
  3. Oh dear. Before I even read this, I was thinking about a time that a similar thing happened to me. Except I had asked to leave the room and was denied since it wasn’t the break time and I should have gone then. And I wasn’t in second grade, I was in fifth grade. My girlfriend still remembers that she had to sit in the janitors room watching my panties (which had been rinsed out) spin in the janitors dryer. Well, I taught that teacher a lesson too. When I asked to go, I was serious!

    August 25, 2013
    • Those teachers. I know kids often say they need to go to the bathroom when they don’t, but kids shouldn’t be scared to death to ask.

      August 25, 2013
      • I was never questioned again. But soooo embarrassed.

        August 25, 2013
  4. I’m so full of embarrassing moments that it’s impossible to pick one.

    Is it the time I thought “libido” meant “neat suit” (based on my contextualization of a Fresh Prince song my sister liked, which made me think “checked my libido’” meant something along the lines of “checked my tie in the mirror”) and therefore informed my grandfather I was going to put on my libido before going to a show with my grandparents?

    Is it the time I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting a rabbit, sending the casserole on my passenger seat into the floor to shatter, and then bringing the casserole IN ITS BROKEN CONDITION – hey half was OK – to the pot luck anyway?

    Is it the time in fifth grade that I, for reasons I still cannot fathom, informed the entire class that I took forever on the can when I have to take a dump?

    Is it the time….no, that’s plenty of examples. You get the idea.

    August 25, 2013
    • I was at a party yesterday. One of the ladies in my group was talking about her recent breakup and volunteered that she’d bought something on the internet to take care of what she missed most about the relationship…………….Sounds a bit like your number 3. (And, I was delighted that she said such a thing. Fodder is everywhere, and I’m always thrilled when people decide to share it with me.)

      August 25, 2013
  5. Wow…good for you for writing this (and good job!). I was reading it, totally relating to the part about having to wear clothes you didn’t like…not knowing where you were heading! At least you can face yours…I’ve conveniently obliterated mine from my memories…:-)

    August 25, 2013
    • We are not our most embarrassing moments……….

      August 25, 2013
      • Absolutely true! And we all have them…it is just whether we face up to them or not…:-)

        August 25, 2013
  6. I have had so many bladder moments that I think I am a bladder neurotic. But my most embarrassing bladder moment is when we were coming back from a school trip in a bus. It was quite late at night and I had to go. And, like Andra, telling the teacher in charge was not a viable option, not at least for me when I was in fifth grade. So after wriggling around for a long time, I just raised my skirt (so that it would not get wet and betray me) and let go on the floor of the bus. When we reached school, I scurried out of the bus, refusing to listen to the comments of what’s this water on the floor!
    My second most embarrassing moment would be when I was some seven months pregnant and, again, on a long bus ride at night. What turned out to be my son had a special propensity for pressing on my bladder, which then demanded instant release. Luckily, my co-passengers took one look at my bloated tummy and were gracious when my husband stopped the bus. I had to squat behind the bus and relieve myself.
    The bladder continues with its vagaries, and I am now seriously thinking of investing in adult diapers and put an end all these embarrassing histories!

    August 25, 2013
    • I’m so glad to hear that I’m not alone. I wish I had been on a bus…….brilliant solution on your part, Mimmy.

      August 25, 2013
  7. Picture wise? well, thank God there isn’t any photos of me during my hard rockin;, hard drinkin;, band managing/journalist days iof the early to mid 1990s….

    from my childhood:

    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=53267827059&set=t.640290023&type=3&theater

    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=42780232059&set=t.640290023&type=3&theater

    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151742395883088&set=t.640290023&type=3&theater

    These pictures should explain my lack of self-confidence, L O L

    Your picture(s) are adorable.

    August 25, 2013
    • None of those pictures are bad, Lance. (I even went to the dreaded face place to view them.)

      August 25, 2013
  8. You’ve got me there! I’m so glad you can laugh about it now…at least I assume you’re laughing since you posted the story. GOOD JOB! Very entertaining!

    August 25, 2013
    • It was quite an experience. I can still recall every detail like it just happened five minutes ago.

      August 25, 2013
  9. I had my moment like that in second grade as well, except we were taking a test. We’d been told we couldn’t get up for anything, and the second grade brain took that literally. Trying to think to take a test while squirming until you can’t hold it anymore……….

    August 25, 2013
    • Oh my. That’s awful, Lisa. I hope you were able to get out of there before too many people saw.

      August 25, 2013
  10. Eeeeeeeeee. I’m still cringing at that story!! Um, I’m almost embarrassed to say my most embarrasing moment, but here goes. Sigh. High school–freshman year. I was never great at calculating exactly when my period would come. It was always a bit irregular. Well, I wore white pants on the day I had to surf the crimson wave unexpectedly. White. Pants. Guess what shows up well on white. Needless to say, I was sent home for the rest of the day.

    August 25, 2013
    • I don’t remember ever wearing white pants because of this very fear, Linda. I never knew when mine was coming, either.

      August 25, 2013
  11. Rerun! :)

    Most embarrassing moment… hmmm…. Normally I embarrass other people, not myself. So finding one where I was the recipient is quite hard. Well, that right there would probably be it! ;)

    August 25, 2013
    • I can always count on you to be SO supportive, Carnell. Thanks for that.

      August 25, 2013
      • You know I support you in everything. And that includes calling you in it when you take shortcuts! That is what you pay me for, isn’t it?

        August 25, 2013
      • I almost typed “f— you”, but then thought better of it. I show up here every dang day, and I put something out there. Don’t you dare tell me that’s a shortcut. (And yes, I’m really mad. You of all people know how hard I work on this, and you see the toll it takes more than most.)

        August 25, 2013
      • OK, well now we do have a good contender for embarrassing moments.

        I am very sorry. I was teasing you because yes, I do know how extremely hard you work on this which is why I was teasing you. I am in your corner 100% and will be. I did not mean to piss you off.

        I am sorry – you know I didn’t mean it.

        August 25, 2013
  12. I feel for you. There is one moment that comes to mind for me right now. I was at Boy Scout camp in 5th grade. During the night I had slipped deeper inside my sleeping bag. Waking up to discover this, in my sleep filled brain I thought I had turned completely around. Seemed perfectly reasonable to think that my head was where my feet should be. Of course I panicked. I had no idea how it happened or how to get out of the bag. Eventually I did realize that I could simply stretch and reach out. But this was after I woke everyone else up.

    August 25, 2013
    • Did someone have to help you out of the bag? Or were you already out by the time people got to you? Because, then you could make up some story about what happened……..

      August 25, 2013
      • I can’t remember how exactly I had gotten out of the sleeping bag but by that point it was known by everyone. So that stayed with me for a while. Considering I can remember it now it stayed with me for quite a long time it seems…

        August 25, 2013
  13. Have you shared this before? It sounds familiar.

    If not . . . then someone else out there in the blogosphere has shared a similar degree of mortification from a bathroom mishap in class. :razz:

    August 25, 2013
    • This is a repeat from 2010, yes. New to most people, because only a handful of people read my blog back then. :)

      August 25, 2013
      • Good pick to share! (And, yay, my memory is still in working order).

        August 25, 2013
  14. I can’t think of any pièce de résistance of embarrassment to share with anyone, if I ever mustered up the strength to recount them. There are plenty, but I’m very reluctant to relive them let alone share with others.

    August 25, 2013
    • C’mon. Share. Share. I am going to below!

      August 25, 2013
    • Someone recently sent me a link to submit humiliation stories, because the publication contended that they are a great way to connect with people. While I don’t know how much I agree, I do think the ability to not take ourselves too seriously is a quality most people like. It isn’t easy to do, though.

      August 25, 2013
      • The latter depends on how much you connect being extremely embarrassed with taking oneself seriously. I disconnect the two, as I think it’s bad enough to have elements of hurt without adding insult to injury, or rather, meta-societal philosophy kick you when you’re down.

        August 25, 2013
  15. In elementary school, I dont remember which grade, I used to buy a donut and I guess a drink (it was two things, probably a soda, very “good” breakfast), one day I got a bad donut which I puked all over some dudes back outside of my classroom and everybody was watching, he was very happy Im sure.
    In middle high (Im not sure about american grades, mexican secundaria), we were in the middle of the class and I was going to ask something to the homeroom female teacher (I dont remember what), as I was calling her, I said a loud “mom” in front of everyone, she blushed a little and smiled, they all laughed like crazy, I got annoyed but because she smiled I took it easy.
    I was thinking, wouldnt it be nice if we, lets say blogging friends, went to school together? that sounds like something good to write about but I dont have the vibration to do it and I dont know everybody that well.
    I would have gladly punched that Ken Smiths idiot face.
    Description of the picture would be nice cause its cute :)

    August 25, 2013
    • I think going to school with this group would be hilarious. I wish we could do it for a day. :)

      The picture is me in back and my cousin Ann in front. She’s a year younger than me. Dad was riding us around like a horse.

      August 25, 2013
  16. Okay. So mine is first, reading the uscito sign as an exit at the Pia Eta exhibit in Florence and the alarms going off because it was an emergency exit. Guards came and everything. Secondly, I was at the fancy Amstel hotel on a tour through their pristine gym when the guide handed me what I thought was a hair net. I was supposed to put both of them on my shoes but, wait for it…I placed one on my head. The worst part is that it did fit perfectly.

    August 25, 2013
    • I am going to Florence in October, and I will have to look up this location. Did someone tell you it wasn’t a hair net? Or did they let you walk around with it on your head for a while?

      August 25, 2013
  17. oh andra, i just snorted aloud in my living room at 115am in singapore here. you are good, that is what you are.

    i peed in class once and i never forgot it. i didnt dare to put up my hand to go to the toilet and i peed. i made sure i spoke up after that eversince.

    August 25, 2013
    • I think it only takes once, Michelle. :) I hope you have a lovely Monday.

      August 25, 2013
  18. I am severely arachnophobic so I rarely ever look at a spider head on. If I even see anything that remotely resembles a spider out of my peripheral vision, I will react (freak out) immediately. Usually, I am right on the money about what I have seen, but there was a time when I was nine years old and doing chores and I kept seeing this HUGE black dot (well, it was the size of a dime, huge to a kid LOL) that was showing up in every room. I tried to keep my composure and keep at doing my chores, but after about the third or fourth time of seeing this spider creeping towards me, I finally lost it to the point where I was screaming and crying and begging my family members for help to kill it. Everybody appeared to be playing dumb, “Where is it?”, “Are you bit?”, “Did you step on it?” and I wailed and pointed to the black dot on the floor, very close to my foot and my mother suddenly busted out in a hearty fit of laughter as she bent over and picked up my spider and threw it in my face, causing me to freak out one last time. She calmed me down and eventually pointed out that the reason that this “spider” was following me around the house was because it was a ball of thread that I must have picked up on my pants leg. I had never been so embarrassed and my mother and brothers never let me live it down. Whenever I saw a spider, after that, my family members made sure to tease me and ask if I was “sure?”.

    August 25, 2013
    • Aw, Dree. That’s really terrible. Family members can be so insensitive sometimes, can’t they?

      August 25, 2013
      • Sad, but true. But now, if I notice a spider following me around, I try to step on it first, then check and see if it’s legit ;)

        August 25, 2013
  19. I won’t re-live any of my childhood embarrassments – some of those are too painful! I had one in my 20′s when I worked in a Human Resources department. I accompanied my boss to a meeting attended by the entire law firm’s secretarial staff. We were talking about the summer associates (law students) who were coming and what was expected of the secretarial staff. My boss was talking, and she turned to me (impromptu) and asked if I had anything to add. I was not prepared. I started talking and realized the entire room was looking at me. I forgot to breathe. I kept talking until I ran out of air. i never inhaled and my voice petered out mid-sentence. I couldn’t draw a breath. There were several seconds of silence and then my boss began talking again. My face flooded with embarrassment and I finally managed to gasp in some much-needed air. She never asked me to talk in front of others again like that. I also found out at a later college Public Speaking class that I failed so miserably because I was not prepared. Had I known ahead of time that I would be asked to speak, I could have jotted some notes and at least have had an outline to follow. I wouldn’t have looked like such an idiot!

    August 25, 2013
    • Lordy, how did I miss this comment? Public speaking is one of the hardest things ever. I’ve done tons of it in my life, and I still get nervous every time.

      August 26, 2013
  20. I’ve had so many, I cannot isolate just one. They aren’t even embarrassing anymore! :-) Since I am blind, I am always standing in the wrong line, saying the wrong thing to the wrong person, Entering the wrong room… I think of it as my way of providing everyone else with free entertainment! :-) If my intentions are honorable, I don’t think there is anything to be embarrassed about.

    August 25, 2013
    • I agree, Tom. We humans probably spend our time being embarrassed by things that just don’t matter.

      August 26, 2013
  21. Today my embarrassing moment wouldn’t even rank a notice. I was serving as Freshman class vice president in College and was presiding over the Senate. There was a debate going on that seemed to me to be getting prolonged for no reason. I raised my gavel and before pounding my words to immortality I said “Enough of this fucking dialog get on with it.” Needless to say there was silence (this was the early 60′s when young ladies still wore gloves to tea) followed by a communal gasp and I still believe some fainting. Had a nice discussion with the dean of men on “course language.”

    August 25, 2013
    • That is AWESOME, John. I laughed out loud at this story. Not embarrassing at all.

      I have a joke for you. Please pardon me if you’ve heard it already.

      A little girl went to church. Her mother dressed her in her frilliest Sunday dress, because it was children’s day. When all the children were called down to the front, the pastor singled out the little girl. “That sure is a pretty dress,” he said into the microphone. The little girl put her lips up to the mic and said, “But my mommy says it’s a bitch to iron.”

      August 26, 2013
      • Good one :-D. I had not heard that before. Thanks

        August 26, 2013
  22. omtatjuan #

    You are incredibly intelligent! Now this man here has done stupid things…. Buying a used RV from a salesman named Doc….

    August 25, 2013
    • Do you still have it, Juan?

      August 26, 2013
      • omtatjuan #

        Of course not:) when I was 36 I bought it and drove it once. You know divorced father three son vacation. It died 200 miles north on I5. How it caught fire was never solved. 20 years ago. They say it was electrical.

        August 26, 2013
  23. i love your honesty and the fact that you found the good in all of it. i have had, and continue to have embarrassing moments, and now i write about them and embrace it all

    August 25, 2013
    • I think we learn a lot about ourselves in those moments, Beth.

      August 26, 2013
      • very true

        August 26, 2013
  24. “I did everything my pea brain could conceive” — nice foreshadowing. Well done.

    August 25, 2013
  25. That’s pretty bad. I had one incident in second grade where my teacher wouldn’t allow me to go to the bathroom and so I peed in my seat in spite, right through my pants and everything. She totally had it coming though, because nobody tells me when I can or can’t got to the bathroom except my bladder and so on.

    August 25, 2013
    • Why are so many of these incidents second grade? Several other commenters did this at the same time as we did.

      August 26, 2013
      • I suspect it may be fairly on then. Maybe there should be a data-gathering study on it.

        August 26, 2013
  26. Gutsy and brilliant. Thanks for sharing :D

    August 26, 2013
  27. Oh, dear. I have a collection of enough embarrassing moments to fill a pot (pun intended); I produced quite a swale the one and only time I went golfing, then there was the time, cross-country skiing, that I landed, butt first, in someone’s tomato soup. You did read my experience walking into the plate glass window and leaving the imprint of my lips on the door. Then, there was high school gym class, jumping the hurdles – and getting my one piece gym suit caught in one, pulling in behind me. Of course, the boys’ baseball class saw it all. . .

    August 26, 2013
    • I love the plate glass story, Penny. You wrote it so well that my face hurt when you ran into that door.

      August 26, 2013
  28. Sadly, I am not even sure if this is my most embarrassing moment, but it was bad. I went with some friends to a gym and got on my first ever treadmill. I was running my mouth with my friends and got so much into the conversation that I actually stopped to emphasize my point and flew off the back of the treadmill feet first with my head landing close to the back on the floor. It was painful and not just physically. After my friends found out that I was okay the laughter ensued…uncontrollably on all fronts. :)

    August 26, 2013
    • Those have got to be the worst experiences, Shannon. There are a number of gifs on the internet of these kinds of accidents, and I can never laugh at them. It looks like it hurts too much.

      August 26, 2013
  29. Oh Andra! Ouch. That must have been soooooooo very mortifying! Glad you were able to find the “upside”. I’ve got quite a few of those.

    One that stands out was when I got my first period (at age 10 – thank you very much) while taking a tennis lesson from the cutest instructor I had ever seen. I was wearing my new ALL WHITE tennis outfit with the little skirt as well as shiny new white sneakers. When the instructor noticed what was happening, he abruptly ended the lesson and told me I needed to go home. I didn’t understand why until I got on my bike to ride home and saw the sea of red streaming down my legs and onto my white sneakers. To make matters worse, once I got home, my father decided to celebrate this momentous occasion by calling our relatives in Puerto Rico to let them know that I was officially a, “Senorita”. Ay.

    (I’ve been asked to share a #so wrong moment on a blogger’s page where she features embarrassing moments, so I will be expanding on this memorable experience there). :)

    August 26, 2013
    • Oh my. I can’t wait to read it, Maria. We women have nightmares about this sort of thing happening. I still do.

      August 26, 2013
  30. tarakianwarrior #

    I think I have blocked out most of my embarrassing moments. The most humiliating moment I had was when I was only 25 years old and had to have some hemorrhoids taken off. I lay on my side while this doctor had me hold the cheek of my butt up so he could cut them off. Ugh. This was worse than my colonoscopy which was performed by a very good looking doctor. I wish I could erase those things from my mind…like I’ve done other embarrassing moments.

    August 26, 2013
    • Ouch! Why do good looking doctors always get those kinds of chores? It makes it so much more unbearable……..

      August 26, 2013
  31. When I was in elementary and Jr. High, I’d blush at the slightest provocation, then my ears would turn red, which would embarrass me more, then they’d get even more red and I’d feel the heat and I’d get into a crazy blush feedback loop and my ears would glow violent, dark, hot red and classmates would say things like, “What’s wrong with your ears?” and I’d have no response but mortified silence and a shrug.

    August 26, 2013
    • I can relate. I’ve always been a blusher, too. Luckily, I had hair to cover my ears……

      August 26, 2013
  32. I threw up during the 5th grade birds & bees talk. All over the place.

    I blamed it on the flu… But let’s be honest… It was everything they were telling us.

    I wish my mother would have given me a heads up.

    August 26, 2013
    • I learned about the birds and bees in B. Dalton Bookseller. The Joy of Sex. My parents never had the talk with me…………I can understand why you threw up, though. In fifth grade, we really don’t comprehend how the whole thing can be fun.

      August 27, 2013
  33. You are so brave to tell us about that and totally awesome too!!!
    I think I could top that…but I’m too embarrassed to do that :P
    On second thoughts…no..not top that..just a close second :)

    August 27, 2013
  34. You poor thing! Although, I think having to wear child pantyhose might actually be the most embarrassing part of the story. Everyone, albeit perhaps not as publicly, wet their pants at least a bit in early elementary school. Not everyone had to wear those heinous items at such a young age, especially WITH OPEN TOED SANDALS!

    August 27, 2013
    • They were pretty dreadful. I still avoid hosiery today as a result, though in recent years, I have been swayed by the warmth of tights in winter.

      August 27, 2013
  35. Oh yes, I remember one of my embarrassing moments in second grade, The teacher would not let me go make wee wee, because I always asked her to go, but this time she refused. So I couldn’t hold it any longer and made a puddle under my school desk…BOY was the teach hot!!! Boy, was I humiliated….after that the kids in my class called me “Dawn mo wee wee” eeekkkkk! Thank god, I never saw them again the next year….went to a new school, and never did that again!~ Great write up!!!

    August 27, 2013
    • Another second grade pee-pee accident. I’m convinced this happens to more people than we realize. Perhaps a pre-second grade talk about pushing teachers to let our kids go to the bathroom is in order……..

      August 27, 2013
      • I agree…but some kids could take advantage of the privilege, and play in the bathroom too…but I do think its a grand idea to talk more to the pre-grade teachers.

        August 27, 2013
  36. Andra, I probably dressed my daughter very similarly. I can still see the culottes! Haha! I’m sorry for you and for her. :-( But this story…how you didn’t pass out and perhaps need hospitalization is a testament to your resilience. This is incredibly embarrassing for a child. You poor dear.

    My favorite embarrassing story took place when I was about 18. This was in the mini-skirt era and I thought I was hot stuff–actually, I didn’t, but I tried to act the part. I was in a friends church, hoping to impress a particular boy, and we pranced up the stairs in our cute little outfits, arriving late, thinking anything but godly thoughts…and I tripped in front of everyone, showing my wares. Good little Christian girl that I was, I immediately flashed to, “Pride Goeth Before a Fall.” :-) My friend got the giggles, and we were a complete spectacle! What maturity! :-)

    August 28, 2013
  37. John Dewis #

    I do recall in the 1970′s attending the Tennis Club New Year fancy dress party in drag, only to find that a week before the event they had changed the theme to black tie. C’est la vie.

    August 28, 2013

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