Oh man, the end is so close I can taste it! Since interest seems to be waning a bit, I thought I’d make this the last event and make week #10 the Closing Ceremonies of sorts. So, for the final competitive week, I’ve decided to pull out all the stops and ask for Your Most Embarrassing Moment. EVER!!!
Mine is a bit gruesome, so if you’re squeamish or easily offended by bodily occurrences, please avert your eyes…
Imagine, if you will, me as a 13-year-old. My family was vacationing in the ever-popular Walt Disney World in Florida. This time, my parents pulled out all the stops and got us the mega-passes. The ones that get you into any park you want, plus all the extras (the nightclub island, the waterpark, and some other lovely Disney goodness). So we lived it up! Magic Kingdom, Epcot, MGM studios (which was new at the time… gee I feel old!). One day, we spent the entire day at the water park. Awesome. Except… that morning at the hotel as I was slipping into my bathing suit, I see something red in my drawers. Oh no. That’s right – my first lovely lady monthly cycle ever! Usually this is a huge occasion, very exciting, entering womanhood, all that. But no – we were going to a WATER PARK! I didn’t have a clue what to do, so I secretly enlisted the help of my mother (did NOT want my dad and bro to find out. Though, in retrospect, I’m sure my mom told my dad right away, which is just weird to think about.) Anyway, she hooked me up with a hefty Maxi Pad and wished me luck. “Ok, I can do this,” I thought. When we arrived at the water park, my mom announced that she was spending most of the day in the lazy river. (She’s not a big thrill-seeker, so the giant slides were sorta not her thing.) Well, I was 13, and I was darn well gonna take on the big ol’ slides. So I skip off with the male Verdines for the day. The first part of the day went well, sliding and laughing and having loads of fun. Then, we had to stand in a rather long line for one of the more exciting attractions. We’re standing there, chatting, squinting in the sun. I happen to glance downward and see pale red droplets winding their way down my leg. Oh no! Maybe they can’t see it. I tried to nonchalantly wipe at the drops on my leg, but I think it only drew attention to the problem. Before I knew it, my dad and my brother were staring at my legs. In my mind, there were rivers of red making their way down my legs, but I’m sure now it wasn’t that dramatic. But I know they saw. And they knew. And I was MORTIFIED.
Ok, bring it on, gals! Can’t wait to wallow in embarrassment with y’all!
