Damn Skirt!!!
After a last minute conference the work gang decided we should go out tonight...Work nights out are always fun, there being at least 20 odd of us crashing some dancefloor together....I'm on the bar finish, (No suprise there, it is Sat after all) so I have to rush home and get changed in double quick time. I throw on my blue tie back top and the ole faithful black skirt, Ive had it about 5 years, its my very favorite.
My not so faithful black skirt.
Towards the end of the night I nip to the ickle girls room, and when I try to do my skirt up again...it wont. This is when I realise...Its screwed. theres no way I can continue dancing, its a wee slip of a thing and isnt going to stay up on its own...and...the lengeth of the zipper is undone and wont redo, so my lovely, bright purple lacey pants are on clear display and theres not a damn thing I can do about it.
By this time, Im in fits of laughter - Im not the sort of person who gets mortified at these sorts of things, I find them hilariously funny, and I dont think a red blush would have gone well with my purple undergarments.
So I zip out of the toilets, still laughing, go and find my work friends on the dancefloor and explain what has happened and that I am going to have to go... A couple immediately offer to come with me, but I tell them to stay and enjoy themselves, Im a big girl after all and can get a cab easily enough...
I siddle out of the club, holding up my skirt with one hand and laying my other hand across the nice hole at the back, trying to hide my pants from plain sight, I dont think it worked, I had guys approaching me left right and center, probably thinking I was hammered (drunk) luckily I wasnt and put my well honed evasion tactics to good use, a vague smile for some, a my boyfriends coming to get me to others...
I ring for my taxi, as normal they ask for a contact number...I have no idea what my mobile number is...then the guy goes....Donna? You sound like a Donna Wright that I know, and the voice clicked. It was my old boss from like 3 years ago and he still singled out my voice though I havent seen him since he left really. So I tell him my prediciment, laughing away and he promises to get me a Taxi asap (which he does bless him, 5 mins on a Sat night is Damn fast)
Trying to look busy and avoid the intentions of some rather transparent male would be companions.. I ring up my boy in an attempt to look busy, and because, well I wanted to tell him how amused I was, if he could decipher anything between my giggles - he must have thought I was totally tipsy :P
Eventually my Taxi arrives and takes me home.
Altogether Im most amused by the night :D
Oh and on another note, this was the first time I've set foot in Media in about 2/3 years, after my last couple of appalling nights out there, I vowed never to go again. But tonight, it was great!!! Instead of playing house and garage which I never got into, they were playing a mix of all sorts of music, much fun!! Will definately be going again.
My not so faithful black skirt.
Towards the end of the night I nip to the ickle girls room, and when I try to do my skirt up again...it wont. This is when I realise...Its screwed. theres no way I can continue dancing, its a wee slip of a thing and isnt going to stay up on its own...and...the lengeth of the zipper is undone and wont redo, so my lovely, bright purple lacey pants are on clear display and theres not a damn thing I can do about it.
By this time, Im in fits of laughter - Im not the sort of person who gets mortified at these sorts of things, I find them hilariously funny, and I dont think a red blush would have gone well with my purple undergarments.
So I zip out of the toilets, still laughing, go and find my work friends on the dancefloor and explain what has happened and that I am going to have to go... A couple immediately offer to come with me, but I tell them to stay and enjoy themselves, Im a big girl after all and can get a cab easily enough...
I siddle out of the club, holding up my skirt with one hand and laying my other hand across the nice hole at the back, trying to hide my pants from plain sight, I dont think it worked, I had guys approaching me left right and center, probably thinking I was hammered (drunk) luckily I wasnt and put my well honed evasion tactics to good use, a vague smile for some, a my boyfriends coming to get me to others...
I ring for my taxi, as normal they ask for a contact number...I have no idea what my mobile number is...then the guy goes....Donna? You sound like a Donna Wright that I know, and the voice clicked. It was my old boss from like 3 years ago and he still singled out my voice though I havent seen him since he left really. So I tell him my prediciment, laughing away and he promises to get me a Taxi asap (which he does bless him, 5 mins on a Sat night is Damn fast)
Trying to look busy and avoid the intentions of some rather transparent male would be companions.. I ring up my boy in an attempt to look busy, and because, well I wanted to tell him how amused I was, if he could decipher anything between my giggles - he must have thought I was totally tipsy :P
Eventually my Taxi arrives and takes me home.
Altogether Im most amused by the night :D
Oh and on another note, this was the first time I've set foot in Media in about 2/3 years, after my last couple of appalling nights out there, I vowed never to go again. But tonight, it was great!!! Instead of playing house and garage which I never got into, they were playing a mix of all sorts of music, much fun!! Will definately be going again.