patiodog wrote: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...
Yeah, and then you'd probably throw up all over it.
If any of you guys are coming to my dinner party, it's definitely gonna hafta be outdoors.
With a running river next to it.
But I'm not a guy (even more embarrassing...)
Vivien
i love your icon btw.
ok this happened in va. beach about 15 years ago or so.
me and my sig. other vacationed there. i live near the sound. well va. beach is NOT the sound it is the ocean.
i had a bikini with no straps--you can see it coming. whoop! my top was gone.
i almost drowned covering myself up (and there really isn't much to cover). my sig other was shouting go further out--the waves were less violent i thought the was saying go further down (meaning to bend over more so i wouldn't be exposed.
he went to shore to get a sweatshirt. while he was away i discovered the top of my bikini was wrapped around my ankles.
i could tell you another. we have this big eastern states fair. lasts 17 days. it is in west springfield mass. so every year we make a few day trips. the big e--as it is called is only about an hour form my sig. other's.
the day was long i was tired of walking. we were in one of the main buildings watching a demonstration.
mike had o grey sweatshirt on. i leaned against his back and put my arms around his neck. i was dead tired.
a moment later mike says "mary j!"
i had put my arms around another guy with a grey sweatshirt. his girlfriend was throwing spears with her eyes (or so mike told me she was).
the guy was surprised. he thought it was HIS girlfriend.
i go. oh, he had a grey sweat shirt on.
well the guy giving the demonstration stopped in his tracks. confused by the short comotion. i was so embarrassed.
i looked up. i had put my arm
Lesson, we must always wear odd colored sweatshirts...
o,
no lesson. when you are dead tired you better try to be more alert.
When I was 14 I accidently tipped a full pot of yoghurt over my lap in the school dining-hall. I had to do the 'walk of shame' across the packed room in front of 200 of my peers, with yoghurt dripping from my trousers and everybody shouting comments to the effect that I had been 'amusing myself' under the table. It also dried on all crusty and the stains lasted many washes. Still, as my gran used to say: worse things happen at sea...
Oh I completely forgot abt this thread !! Thanks Graham for bumping this up.
Hmmmmm let's see
Would it be when I invited two people on a first date at the same place at the same time ? Or would it be when I got drunk, stripped off my shirt and did a pole dance ? Well, that was not too bad as I made something like 20 dollors with all the note stuffed in my underwear. Or when this male gogo dancer in Prague chatted me up infront of my MD !!! Or when the a male staff member of the Prague branch kept pulling me on the dance floor at the staff christmas party in front of all the seniors !!
Oh, and I can identify with yogurt on the trousers, that happened to me at the staff canteen !! When a similar barb was made, I replied with a str8 face to the guy who said it "yeah, this is because you have been playing so hard to get"
Talk abt reversal of fortunes Tee Hee
I'd have to say my most embarrassing moment was the time in '34 when I came home, blind drunk, and went into the barn looking for Dolly, my favorite sheep. Finding her I immediately stripped and went about my business. Five minutes into my lovemaking session I heard a sound at the door. I looked up and there was Dolly, staring at me with dagger eyes.
I was coupling with the wrong sheep!! Man, that was embarrassing
Are you sure it was Dolly staring at you and not her clone?
Bet u looked "sheepish" !
Okay, Gautam. You're coming to my dinner party. But not Gus. You stay away, you hear me?
I got so drunk at a high school party, I was half passed out in the middle of the floor, and my "buddies" were pouring cheerios and beer on me. HEY!
This isn't so much embarrassing, as funny: I was probably 14, and my friend and I were going to a concert(winger) being driven in by his dad. His car broke down on the highway, so we were on the side of the road, on the grass, standing outside. I came up with the bright idea of pretending to give my friend CPR while his dad was looking the other way, to give people driving by a nice show.
Well, 5 minutes later, 2 ambulances, an emergency highway vehicle(which drove up coming the wrong way up the highay in the breakdown lane), and 2 police motorcycles came flying up asking who was the cardiac victim. OOPS!
At a nightclub, I got so drunk I was hitting on+groping all these girls I was there with, who were mostly my friends. One of them was a lesbian, who I tried putting my hand down her pants. D'OH! Another night I tried making out with all my female friends, because I thought it was funny. Next day, pretty much every chick I knew at school(college) told me how I tried to kiss them. HOO-YAH!
Oh yea, and this one time, I only lasted like 40 minutes with this chick. I had to refund 1/3 her money. UGH!
This one time.....
....at band camp.....
<Sorry, wrong story>
A long time ago this family came in for a photo session and they were all so glum it was really impossible to get them to loosen up and look comfortable, much less get them to smile. I tried every trick in the book finally blurting out "Hey! You only live once!"
They all dissolved into tears.
Seems the mom was terminal and they were having some last photos taken.
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to crawl into the closet and never ever come out again.
Lesson learned: I never start a session without first asking "What are you having these photos done for?"
graham,
for you, as dr. phil would say, it was a defining moment.
