So I locked myself out of my parents' house naked today....

[missnickers]

That's right. I did. And I feel compelled to share the story of my afternoon with you all, LJ friends, as if there was a story made for LJ, this is it. I do believe I've topped the violent popcorn fire incident here in both terms of embarassment and sheer shitty luck. Anyway

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[rayluxuryacht]

The Naked Adventures of Nicole should be a new TV show. I would definitely watch it.

And Eye of the Tiger rules!

[missnickers]

I hope that my other naked adventures are more fun that THIS was. It's more of a misadventure.

Dude, tell K, she mocked me for Eye of the Tiger! She asked why I had that as my ringtone. And I said, "To remind me to keep the eye of the tiger." I mean, duh.

[livenolies]

Between the story, and your comment above, I have never wanted you more. ;)

Seriously, you could probably send in the story to a magazine for print. It's got the right combo of sympathy, humour, and "oh shit, this could happen to ME!" all rolled together.

Glad you got the situation resolved without a heart attack, or having to walk to the neighbors. :)

[foxywriter]

LMAO! Okay, that helped my shitty day, I must say. Your story, not the experience.

Reminds me of the coeds who used to get locked out when they took showers in the dorms and came to us in dripping towels for the spare keys.

[missnickers]

Didn't your uncle or something get locked out of a hotel room buck ass naked once during an earthquake?? Okay, that's worse.

How are the babies?

[foxywriter]

My dad's gay cousin, yeah. It was during that big quake down in L.A. in the 1990's. Man, that story was Pure Hilarity when he shared it that one time to us!

Babies are fine and furry. Gizmo is pining a little, but Gadget is just her regular self. Houdini got out of her collar and hid it in the middle of the night, but when I got home this afternoon it was on the floor before the door. Huh.

[foxywriter]

Oh, and FYI a live scan is how they take fingerprints now -- it's MUCH less messy than the ink dealy. A guy smushes your fingers and palms on basically a scanner. I've had it done each time I've moved districts with teaching...last time at the Roseville PD that's down the street from us.

[missnickers]

Oh it's like a fingerprint thing. Okay. I knew it had something to do with a background check, but I wasn't sure exactly what it involved... just that I have to jump through all kinds of hoops, this is just one of many. I was planning on going to the Roseville PD today, actually..... but got a little sidetracked :/

[vixenfinn]

Wow...this could have been much, much worse. Good thing you found that phone!

If it makes you feel better, I once flashed a busy highway. Long story, I'll save it for a chat.

[missnickers]

Why wait for the chat???? Share! (C'mon the only one who knows you aside from me is Keith, so no worries) :)

[vixenfinn]

That's true. I have nothing to hide at this point. It was a wedding weekend - this time I was IN the wedding party. Everyone, EVERYONE got pretty drunk, and the ceremony and reception were at a hotel, with balcony rooms facing the highway. I was sharing a room with a couple and one of my guy-friends. We were done with the reception and ready to change into post-party comfy clothes. The bathroom was occupied, and, since I didn't want to change in front of my guy-friends, I grabbed some clothes and changed out on the balcony...for EVERYONE on the highway to see. My brain didn't piece together that it was perfectly okay for me to change in front of complete strangers, but not in front of my guy-friends. *hits head with shoe*

[missnickers]

I know everyone reading this is like, "OMG, LOL, how embarassing!" But all that goes through my head is, "Awwww.... wedding!" Damn I hate being a woman this age! :p

[timewanderer]

What??? No pictures? I'm very disappointed in you Nicole! Where's the proof Elasti LawyerGirl!

So I'm Mr. Magoo-ing my way around the work bench, can't see a damn thing...

"Mr. Magoo-ing my way around." Love that analogy!

He had me fumble around his 20,000 keys again looking for a specific one he described

You had time during that event (if it even happened -- I still want to see the photographic evidence) to count the number of keys? Wait...I bet you cheated and asked your Dad how many keys were on there. You probably have friends who work at the traveling carnival that give you the inside scoop on how may jelly beans are in the pickle jar, just so you can win that stuffed elephant! For shame, Nicole...for shame!