Have you ever done something so embarassing you just couldn’t deal with it?
For instance.. last week, I was in Starbucks.. and I was a hoot. Man, i was being funny, getting everyone around me laughing.. and generally trying to be the life of the party. Boy it feels good to have the attention… That is of course, until I was handed my caramel Frappuccino, and as I was there in the limelight of my own creation, My fingers slipped on the wet cup.. and I spilled it all over the counter, the girl handing it to me.. and myself.
The ironic thing is not just that i had drawn so much attention to myself.. but I had asked someone who I thought I knew who they were.. and we couldn’t place it.. until I realized he was a good friend of an ex-girlfriend of mine.. and I swear, as i tried with the recycled napkins to clean the frozen delight from the counter, he was yanking out his celphone and dialing furiously.. maybe its me.
So do we all have these mortifying times?.. cuz I have many.
Frappucino
At the very least, it was a Frappucino, and not a molten-steel-hot latte. 🙂
I’ve had too many similarly mortifying experiences to count. Did I ever tell you the one about Yvette (you wouldn’t know her), part of the chamber choir, and several members of the cheerleading squad walking in on me in the men’s changing room behind the theater at QOHS while I was putting on my outfit for Pippin?
We were going to take some promo pictures for the show, and I was to wear tights. You know you can’t wear underwear under tights, or you get that annoying “underwear line”. And they were going to be taking pictures, so I didn’t want my Tidy Whities shown off for the world to see.
I’d never put on tights before, so I was having a little trouble wiggling into them. I heard some voices in the hallway, glanced towards the entrance, and a moment later Yvette walked in with a bunch of girls, me with the tights only up to my knees.
Talk about your embarassing moments.
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Matthew P. Barnson
Cool man on date
Back in college, we went out to Baltimore one night. There was this girl who was in our group I had never met before, and low and behold, we hot it off and decided to go on a date.
As I was the poor, poor college student, we decided to do the $1 movie night at UMBC.
As I was the POOR, POOR college student, we got to the movie, and I had no money.
She had no money.
She was a few years older, already graduated, had a real job, and here I am unable to come up with $2.
Suprisingly enough, we date for about 2 months, but that was a rather embarassing moment.
Then there was the time during the killer party we threw at UMBC (search the archives for the details) when alcohol led me and some young lady to embrace outside my room in a romantic fashion…only to have the entire party start chanting “WEED! WEED! WEED!”
We tried to slip into my room to have some privacy, but aparently there were people hanging out there.
Luckily, thanks to the wonderful effects of alcohol, the embarassment of that moment wasn’t fully felt until the next morning.
My $.02 Weed