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Embarrassing Moment #212
So, as you can see from my wind blown hair, it was super breezy last Saturday. My lady love friend, Joy (here), and I took a road trip to Houston for our sweet Erica's wedding shower and bachelorette party. We made a pit stop at Joy's niece's hair salon to get her hair "did". On our way out, Joy snapped a few pictures of me in my shower attire...in public. If you have been reading (here), you know that I get super nervous and awkward when taking photos with strangers strolling by. But, that is not the embarrassing part, the humiliation, laughter and a little snorting came a few minutes later. After we were done and our hair blown to pieces we started walking to her car. Keep in mind that this was a busy shopping center and a gorgeous day, so people were out and about...lots of people.
We were almost to the car, just strides away, and then it happened...a gush of wind came wooshing right up my pleated skirt...and BAM...it went flying up Marilyn Monroe style. Just my luck, passing by right next to me, was a nice, little old man in a nice, little white car that got a
little big glimpse of my lady business. Yes, I had my "lacies" on, but they were the "lacies" that don't cover all of my boo-tay. So, the nice, little old man in the nice, little white car was awarded a 3/4 moon on his Saturday afternoon...and Lord knows who else...like I said, it was a happening place.
I was mortified at first, but then thought, what the heck, at least I made someone laugh today...okay, at least three people laugh...me, Joy and the nice, little old man...okay, not sure if he was really nice (we didn't get a chance to chit-chat or shake hands), but he was old.
Cheers to peeps shows on a Saturday afternoon!
P.S. Here is the beautiful bride. She was my little sister in our sorority and I fell in love with her the day that we met. I heart this girl more than words could ever define. I am so happy for you, Erica! Owen is the best Irishman on the planet! And, ladies look at her Ahhhhh-mazing shoes...I would have smuggled them into my suitcase if we wore the same size!