Jul. 20, 2007 - Classy is as classy does
Remember that staple of teen magazines---the My Most Embarrassing Moment section? I never could really relate to that, because what most people consider to be fodder for their most embarrassing moment is just everyday life for me. My life is just one long string of most embarrassing moments, except that after a while, you kind of get desensitized to it. Eventually, there are no more embarrassing moments, let alone one you can pick out as the most embarrassing one. Well, okay, at least there are no embarrassing moments for YOU, although that’s not to say that you won’t embarrass the bean bags out of innocent bystanders, friends or relations.
But, this time I truly outdid myself. No, really.
Perhaps you read my post about the shopping excursion to find a dress to wear to my nephew’s wedding. In it, I commented that it’s hard to feel elegant while sporting the Aryan Nation look. I did, in fact, find an elegant dress. Very classy. Poor dress. I bet the other ones made fun of it when they saw it was going home with me.
I wore my new, classy, brown (it’s the new black, you know) dress to the wedding and everything was fine until it came time to move from the wedding to the reception.
Did I mention that it was windy?
So, there I was, sashaying along, thinking about how doggone classy I must look in my new dress. Walking behind me was my sister-in-law, brother-in-law, and 20 year old nephew. Just as I got about two steps from the door to the reception---remember that wind I mentioned? *WOOOSH!* The front of my allegedly classy dress begins to whip up toward a rendezvous with my cranium. I swat down at it in an effort of damage control, only to find that, to my horror, the wind is beginning to catch the back now, too. It’s hard to look classy when sporting the Aryan Nation look. Even harder when sporting the Aryan Nation look while having a Marilyn Monroe moment. Fortunately, I did manage to get my bum covered enough to get inside but not before having flashed my unsuspecting in-laws.
This incident definitely crossed that threshold between run-of-the-mill funny/embarassing and "who let you into the family anyway?"
I think we’re all scarred for life.
Comments
Jul. 20, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Anonymous
Or how about a little gremlin who happens to belong to you come along and lift your skirt while you're talking to someone after church?
carrie
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Jul. 20, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by sunydazy
*Big Grin* My 2 littles are 19 months old and recently I've been attempting to wean them....they have taken upon themselves, as a team, to find the source of the missing food. I'll be minding my own business trying to look like I know all about this parenting thing and holding them on my lap when suddenly I feel a little breezy...AAAHH!
Jul. 25, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by TC
ACK! That exact same thing happened to me (well, without the Arayan Nation part) when I was a college student in Oklahoma. You know, the Wind Tunnel State. I was wearing a prairie skirt at the time (that'll give you a clue as to what century this occurred in), and upon leaving a class, my prairie skirt became a prairie turban. :P
