So Embarrassing

Day 10: Most Embarrassing Moments. Spill.

oyyyyyyy veeeeeeyyyy, there are a milllllllion stories i could tell here. considering i dont get out much any more... (an upside to being a hermit) i dont have any recent stories.

let's go back to age 19.

most of the time i was inebriated at this age (gasp!), but surprisingly enough, in this story... i'm not.

i wasn't in a relationship at this time. just kind of playing the field. i had just stopped seeing a younger guy. he was so arrogant and annoying. he didnt even have a job, but tons of money that his parents just gave him, because he was in college. for my birthday, he even got me a really awesome dress from express ($$!!). like i said though, super young... and he was super annoying and immature. so... bye bye, boy.

i started seeing another guy, shortly after (i sound like a slut... whatev). for our first date, he took me to a Chiodos concert in Myrtle Beach (2 hour drive with a stranger? YES! wth was i thinking? sigghhhhh). so we get there and GUESS WHO THE FIRST PERSON I SEE IS?! the freaking young arrogant asshole that i had just stopped seeing. AND GUESS WHAT I WAS WEARING!?




^ the dress...

haha, the stupid dress that he got me. so awkward.. we just looked at each other and smiled. no convo. so on we go. we get closest to the stage without being on the floor because this is an emo band and people like to slam dance and mosh to it... that still makes me laugh.

this dress had pockets, which was what made this my favorite. i'm like will ferrel in talladega nights... i never know what to do with my hands. i'm so awkward.

so of course, my hands were in there.
mosh starts going.
someone bumps into me.
i cant get my hands out of my pockets.
hands go up.
ass out.
for all to see.
especially my date.
kill me now.

this wouldnt have been so bad... i mean, i had underwear on. it's just like a bathing suit, right?

only that wasnt the end of my embarrassing story.

at the end of the concert, all of the bands are at the door, selling their merch.
i go up to this one guy whos selling Devil Wears Prada merch.
i'm gushing about how much i love his band.
realize he's not even in the band.
he's just selling their stuff.
logical thing to do? walk away.
what do i do? keep talking.
why? WHO EFFING KNOWS!

whatever. i'm sure i'll top that one of these days. but i'll probably be too intoxicated to care.


time for you to SPILL!!