I am totally stressing over the DIY contest. Picking a top 5 out of 700+ is killing me! I honestly have looked at ALL of the projects and OH MY WORD! You guys really brought it :) So to take my mind off it for a little while I decided that we all need to share our most embarrassing moment. P.S. I am proud to say that after 30+ years of spelling embarrassed WRONG I have come up with a way to remember the right way to spell it. “It would be really embarrassing to have a BARRA** in public”. Hey, it works.
Anyway, I am going to share my moment (which was really an entire day) and then I want you to share yours. If it is short, then leave it in a comment. If it a novel like mine, post about it on your blog and leave the link in a comment. I can’t wait to read them!!!!!
Okay, flash back to the late nineties……………………………………
It was my junior year and I had a class with a good friend named Preston. He got nominated for most preferred for the dance Preference. I wasn’t planning on going but as it got closer and closer to the dance, he still had not been asked. Ironic since he was up for most preferred. I decided to ask him to go (cause I’m a good friend like that) and planned a group date with some friends. I thought “This will be fun because we don’t like each other and it won’t be all weird and uncomfortable.”
We were having the dinner at a dance studio. I went and helped set up. It was more time consuming than I had planned for and I was running behind. On my way back home I hit a skunk. My whole car STUNK! I was going to be picking my date up in this car…..I was going home to get a crock pot of tomato soup and on the way back to the studio (I am pretty positive I was speeding) the soup spilled all over the floor in the back. Trying to think positive, I figured the tomato soup would help ward off the skunk smell.
While I was doing this my mom had run the a florist to get a plastic box for it to go in. When she got back I put it in the box but realized it didn’t look right. I couldn’t put my finder on it. . . . grass!!! I needed the plastic grass that is always in the bottom. So I headed up to the holiday closet and dug until I found the Easter stuff. Yep, I used Easter grass. Pretty clever,huh?
After being taken back by my rudeness, they greeted me warmly and had me sit down. And then the proceeded to interview me. I am not kidding. Full on genealogy, what are your morals and values and plans for the future. I was seriously thinking that it could not get worse. Wrong.
It was picture/boutonniere pinning time. I grabbed the boutonniere gently and went to pin it on when his mom interrupted me and said “It is a tradition in our family that the mother gets to pin it on.” Are you kidding me???
I reluctantly handed it over. As she was pinning it on, glue oozed out all over her. I was dying. That did not just happen.
We finally left the house and I turned to him and said “Please tell me that you told them we had a theme and that I was going to be dressed up like this.”
Of course he hadn’t.
As we were driving he switched to a safer topic – my car. He asked what it’s name was (because if your were cool you named your car, right?) and I said Preston. It was really named Presley after Elvis Presley. Whoops. Then at the dance I said “I am so glad they have a Preston dance.” instead of preference. Whoops.
So by now he thinks I totally have the hots for him or something.
Well the rest went alright, albeit a little awkward. He offered to help clean up the studio and I was worried about him getting home late. He assured me that it was fine with his parents so I accepted the help. It was around 2 am when I took him home. I later found out that he got in trouble.
It is a good thing that I didn’t really like him because I would have lost any hope of a relationship with him!!!