me = the coolest.
I just returned from a UF-sponsored awards ceremony. Twas a semi-prestigious event, at which a well-known journalist was being presented with an award for a series he wrote regarding the "super sealing" of court cases within the 11th circuit court of Florida.
Anyway, I was there. And I was wearing my best suit (my only suit, really), and mingling with the scholarly types. The Dean of the College of Journalism, the Vice-Provost, the Professors Emeritus. Etc. Quite a show.
Fast forward to me, walking out to my car, and realizing that I'm feeling a draft on my leg. Well, that would be because the side pants zipper on my suit had broken, and there was a gaping hole where zipper should have been.
Yes.
I was flashing my ass-pale leg and my very elegant white cotton panties to those in attendance. The Dean of the College of Journalism, the Vice-Provost, the Professors Emeritus. Etc.
I guess I should be thankful that I wasn't one of the presenters.
"....Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present....my ass."
Anyway, I was there. And I was wearing my best suit (my only suit, really), and mingling with the scholarly types. The Dean of the College of Journalism, the Vice-Provost, the Professors Emeritus. Etc. Quite a show.
Fast forward to me, walking out to my car, and realizing that I'm feeling a draft on my leg. Well, that would be because the side pants zipper on my suit had broken, and there was a gaping hole where zipper should have been.
Yes.
I was flashing my ass-pale leg and my very elegant white cotton panties to those in attendance. The Dean of the College of Journalism, the Vice-Provost, the Professors Emeritus. Etc.
I guess I should be thankful that I wasn't one of the presenters.
"....Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to present....my ass."