Some times I get myself into situations and I just don’t get how I end up there.
Last weekend one of my friends told me she had a bunch of college friends coming in this weekend and the number ended up being more than she had expected. I thought that was a good thing…meant people liked you more than you thought; however her feelings were different…she didn’t have the space.
What has happened now is that I have opened up my home to a group of people I do not know through the weekend; people that know I work in the men’s designer underwear field, but never really had that register.
They got here earlier today, I met them at my place so they could get cleaned up and rest some, and then headed back to work. Tonight we took the whole group out for a few drinks and dinner at a swanky new place just outside of town.
Just before we left I had a minor wardrobe malfunction; the clasp on my beltbuckle snapped and I was left with nothing really there to hold up my pants. Ok, no big deal, it’s just dinner and we’ll be sitting. It’s going to be fine.
I met everyone, we got to our seats pretty quick, and started to have a couple drinks. Since these are people I didn’t really know I thought it would be better to make sure I was drinking water in between mixed concoctions so I wouldn’t do anything stupid and embarrass my friend. Thing was, water may have been the dumbest thing I had done all day.
When I could no longer escape what I needed to do, I excused myself to the men’s room, found an open urinal, and started to go.
And go and go and go.
And then I lost my pants. Before I could even realize what happened, they slid right down and I had my Ginch Gonch Piggy Bottom Briefs and I was a little too busy to pull them up until I was finished. I was just going to have to wait it out; I put my hand on my hip and thought about how it was just perfect that the time I had a faulty belt was the time I chose to drink the most water.
It was at that exact moment that the door opened and half of my houseguest’s walked into the restroom and right into the line of site of my briefs.
I guess it was right then that they really made the connection that, yes, I really am in the fashion underwear business. After a short pause, a couple quick laughs, we all smiled, I finished up, and things were almost normal. Hopefully the rest of the weekend will be less interesting.