It's all in the Attitude

[image error]Was thinking about J. London's fall last week and my considerable klutziness and then moved on to embarrassing moments in general. I've had more than my fair share—in part because I'm (as my brother declares) 'spacey', but also in part because I'm not a fade into the background king of girl. Anyway, one of my favorite mishaps occurred on my honeymoon—oh sooooo many years ago.

We were touring Europe (which sounds rather grand) but was in actuality "If This is Tuesday it must be Belgium". Anyway, I'd planned for the trip with all the strategizing of a military assault. I had fabulous clothes that when rolled properly into a suitcase never wrinkled. Wonderful shoes that were actually comfortable to wear. The perfect jewelry and accessories. A fabulous all weather coat. And of course, since it was my honeymoon, underthings made for a princess (after all I was sharing said underthings for the first time with my new husband—okay if you believe that….)

So we stopped somewhere (in London if I remember right) and disembarked from the bus for a rest stop. The group disbursed into the food shops and the souvenir places. And of course a good number of us headed for the 'facilities'. For reasons I can't remember, but that probably involved the word 'shopping', I was one of the last in line. And so when I emerged again, I had to hurry to get back to the already loaded bus.

It was parked across a busy street. So I stood at the curb waiting for the traffic to thin enough to cross. I was dressed in my honeymoon best—a wonderful Geoffrey Beene skirt, full and swirly at the ankles (that I still have somewhere—probably in Queens) and a fabulous vee-neck three-quarter-length sleeve shirt that put me in mind of an Audrey Hepburn movie.

And I must have looked the part because everyone was waving at me. Passersby. The people on the bus, even people in passing cars. I flipped my hair back, feeling particularly sexy and when the opening came, crossed the street, head held high, people still noticing how fabulous I looked.

As I climbed onto the bus my new husband rushed forward to help me, and I held out my hand like a queen—while he explained that the hem of my swirly skirt was caught in the top of my beautiful new panties…

All those people had been trying to tell me that my ass was on display for all of London to see.

So much for Audrey Hepburn.

How about you? Any embarrassing moments to share?