I don’t know if I can call it a habit, but every now and again I run into the same situation: tucking my skirt into my undies.
I figured that since I am now a “blogger,” I can share with the masses the ridiculous things that happen to and around me. There are a few “famous” (or shall I say infamous) stories out there that I find myself sharing over and over again. One set of stories is the period of time where my keister was exposed to the masses.
Awkward (yet funny) Moment #1:
Date: August of 1991
Location: Parking lot of Reeves Funeral Home in Hobart, IN
Ok, you already know it’s going to be good when it’s taking place in a funeral home parking lot. My sister and I arrive at our uncle’s wake in my black Chevy Eurosport. I had been working at The Limited at the time, so I was fancy & stylin’ ~ SO much has changed :)
This was the time period when colored tights were popular, but I went with a solid black tights ~ with a cream pleated skirt and a black sweater with cream diamonds at the bottom. Again, stylin’.
Only, my tights had a hole and I needed to change them. So, I did it in the car. My sister & I get out of the car and start walking into the funeral home. We get half way in and she rushes over to me and grabs my bum!
Yeah, well, she was pulling my skirt out of my tights… We think maybe a cousin or two saw, so no major event ~ just a really funny story to tell about a really solemn occasion.
Not like this next one…
Date: sometime when Smashing Pumpkins were popular, Billy Ray Cyrus was torturing us with Achy Breaky Heart, and my sister never smiled. I have pictures to prove that last bit…and she’s wearing a Pumpkins shirt in almost every pic.
Location: The Customs Herding Pen on Grand Bahama Island.
Dad had been drunk most of the trip. Sister had been sulking, as most teens do while on vacation with Mom, Dad & sister. It had been a long trip. Fun for the most part, but now, we were waiting to get on the boat back to Miami. It was morning, but Dad decided to have a farewell drink or five. Thing about Dad is…when he drinks, he gets real friendly with everyone…everyone but us.
He had been flirting with the PYT’s (you know you sang & continue to sing the song now!) behind us. He was annoying.
I decided I’d head to the loo, for something to do & to get away from Dad.
Coming back, I wound through the crowd in the friendly manner I use to always have. I get to my family and what? “Your dress is tucked into your underwear!”
Ooops.
At least I had a nice cute little rump at that time. And yes, I was wearing clean underwear.
By the way, it’s not really a good idea to wear a billowy sundress on a ship…many more people saw my undies that day.
I hope they took their Dramamine.
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