what was your most embarassing moment?

This was many years ago, but I can remember it like it was yesterday. My wife and I toured Europe on one of those "if it's Tuesday, it must be......," and we were in Monte Carlo. The tour guide told us places to eat by the casino, so my wife and I went to the upstair restaurant. I ordered lobster soup (the first time in my life), and my wife ordered a salad. After a short wait, the waiter sat a bowl of what I thought was my soup, so I placed it in front of me, grabbed the soup spoon, and started to drink my soup. The waiter came running back to our table, shouting, "no, no, messr, that is the salad dressing....!" A young couple from New York sitting at the next table got a good laugh on my account. c.i.

my parents had an embarassing moment in France.

They had rented a holiday house in the tiny village of Le Coux. Now normally in French you don't pronounce an X and it would be pronounced
Luh Coo.

They pulled up and asked if they were on the right road to luh cooo. The person looked thoroughly taken aback

and then said 'AAAH! Luh Cucks!'

Luh coo is a very rude, lewd term for the female genitalia!!!

Okay, but you must all promise not to tell.

When I was a senior in highschool, my boyfriend (from a different school) and I ditched classes one afternoon to go "parking." (Remember that? Whew, it was a long time ago!) We decided to park in an out-of-the-way spot in one of the city's largest parks. Of course, the car windows got foggy, and after awhile someone outside started tapping on the window, trying to get our attention. Forgetting that I was half-undressed, I wiped the fog off the windshield only to see my entire pep club standing in front of the car, hoo-ing and hah-ing. I had forgotten their annual picnic was at that park the same day.

I have never been to a highschool reunion. That is the truth.

eva, Hot and heavy, heh? LOL c.i.

Um, yeah, c.i. But you won't tell anyone, right? I'd hate to ruin my reputation around here (heehee!)

One day when I was 13 in junior high I decided to wear my white painter pants and Off to school I went. I was sitting in my math class when suddenly that time of month came upon me. I was terrified through the rest of the class knowing I couldn't get up. At the end of class everyone left except me. My male teacher asked me why I was still there and I had to tell him of course, so we had to come up with a plan. I told him to call the office and have my best friend paged to come to my class, where I had her go to my locker to get me my jean jacket, which I tied around me. The school nurse sent me home to change my pants, but I was too embarrassed to go back to school that day.

A lot of stuff makes my ears turn red- and I cant stand it.

But farting at a girl's party one time... that was the downest.
wouldnt have been bad, but my friend who took me laughed loudest.
<he's goatbreath now>

Will be back !! Oh god I can write a book abt my embarrassing moments !!

Oh, which one will I tell...no, not that one, no, no, not that one. Back in a bit.

Man. May have shared some a these before, so I'll be brief. But if they bring amusement to anybody, well, here goes. (A frightening number are alcohol-related, may not share a few for fear of repetition. Believe me, I've thought about what this might mean.)

Parents scraped together some money early in my high school to ship me off to some rich-kids summer school thing in Oxford, where, one drunk one night, I answered a knock on the door on all fours, barking, to find one of the teachers on the other side.

Drank far too much burgundy -- how much is there in a jug? -- and too much vodka and was talked into eating some pickled beets (can't stand the things) and smoked a bit too much of something or other at a party, realized I was going to be sick, found the door of the bathroom locked, staggered into the kitchen, and unloaded in the sink. Didn't have time to do anything about the fact that the sink was already overflowing with dirty dishes. This was, like, an "older cooler persons" party, so this was in pretty bad form, and I wanted to make a good impression on a few of these folks (budding theater directors). I do remember thinking that semi-digested burgundy and beets look like clotted blood...

Tipped a large piece of machinery over on myself (another guy was complicit) and broke my ankle. In retrospect, it was a very, very stupid thing to attempt -- this thing was top-heavy and about the same weight as a Volkswagen, but we thought we'd be able to ease the thing onto its side. My supervisor was painfully understanding as he filled out the workers' comp paperwork.

Tried to leap over the fence at Sacre Couer. Caught a shoelace. Did what was by all accounts a pretty good impression of Superman before I landed, belly down, in the mud, in the only pair of pants I had with me. I didn't let on that I was worried I might have broken a rib or two, but gallantly laughed at myself and went off for a while to try and breathe.

Had a fierce attack of diarrhea at a (civilized, again) party in a very small house with thin walls. I don't think I need to go into any detail on this one.

And there are a number of truly embrassing things that I ain't a-gonna talk about here...

Okay, I am starting a new dinner party list. Patiodog, you are definitely invited!

Yer a brave lady. I'd recommend you make it a barbecue, and lock the doors to the house.

Oh yeah -- when I was about 8 I got heat stroke and threw up all over the front counter of a diner. That was pretty bad.


(Hmmm, all mine are bodily. What a gross critter I is.)

Eva, Only if you provide Burgundy, Vodka, and pickled beets.

By the way, eva, if you need an escort to a reunion, I'd be happy to take you, see those faces, and march you over to the bar...

The summer of my first year as a graduate student I was on a very large archaeological excavation (50+ people) as a crew chief. The entire excavation crew was living in tents and for my birthday there was a party. A very wild part I was told for I have no memory of it. I woke up the next morning in a tent with a monster hang over, a girl, and no clothing. Neither of us knew how we had come to be in that tent, or where our clothes were. Getting clothing turned out to be a bit of a trick as those camp residence who were ambulatory were inclined to make the most of the situation.

Acq, You story reminded me of one incident I had when I was stationed in Morocco in the late fifties. A bunch of us used to go down to Marrakech on weekends, and this particular one ended up with drinking too much. We had rented a room at the same hotel they filmed "The Man Who Knew Too Much" with Jimmy Stewart and Doris Day, and we flipped coins to see who would get to sleep in the king size bed. I won. I don't know how we got back to the hotel, but when I woke up in the morning, another GI was in the same bed with me, and I didn't even know the guy. c.i.

OK, I was in Mexico on a two week romantic vacation, and towards the end I became more and more ill - even though I had a lovely tan - culminating in a level of projectile expulsion of bodily fluids from both ends of myself within the same sixty seconds, luckily with the shower positioned nicely directly across from the toilet. Yes, he was there, frowning, as I remember it (he was an m.d.). A few hours later we caught our plane home. A girlfriend met us outside of customs, all cheery-faced. But...I didn't make it through customs, because, you know, there is no so-called rest room in customs. I was first, since I felt unwell, and my friend was behind me in line. The line took forever. I got paler and paler. The custom agent opened my suitcase and I had to leave, and signalled with various hand gestures and efforts to lurch ahead. Boyfriend explained, and they let me go. I rushed past the waiting friend outside who followed me to the Ladies' room, where I had another episode of serious propellant vomiting. If this were today I'd probably have been sequestered in some way, heh.

Anyway, Cutie cleaned herself up and we all went out for breakfast.

So, can I go to your barbeque, huh, huh?

I'm embarrassed to admit that I can't come with an embarassing story that comes close to ANY of y'alls. Really, really funny!