I have to say that my Halloween weekend was pretty awesome; I got the shit scared out of me thanks to the haunted houses at Fright Fest, I drank a lot of alcohol, and I saw The Rocky Horror Show live for the first time ever. I did, however, manage to endure a good amount of utter humiliation by experiencing not just one, but two embarrassing moments this past weekend. Well, maybe “utter humiliation” is a bit of a hyperbolic statement… read on and let me know what you think.
Embarrassing Moment #1: It was Saturday night and I had just gotten off work. I decided to start my libation-drinking with a glass of red wine, then proceeded to go with my co-worker back to her apartment for some vodka shots (three to be exact). Post-shots, we ended up at her friend’s pre-gaming party where I drank one poorly mixed drink: flat Sprite and more vodka. I was feeling pretty good at this point, and ready to drink even more at the bar where we were planning to relocate. All 15 of us started to walk down the stairs of the apartment when… I somehow lost my balance and fell flat on my ass at the end of the stairway in front of everyone. Yes, ladies and gents, I was THAT girl, the girl at the party who is too drunk to walk in heels anymore; therefore she trips, falls, and tweaks her ankle as a result of it. Needless to say, I didn’t end up going out to the bars after that.
Embarrassing Moment #2: I’m warning you right now. If you go see The Rocky Horror Show in Sac next year, and the MC asks everyone in the audience before the show, “Who was dragged here by a friend and have no idea what they’re getting themselves into?” for the love of god, don’t raise your hand! Because that’s exactly what I did, which resulted in me, along with about 15 other audience members, having to stand up in front of everyone in the theater to be “initiated” into the Rocky Horror society or cult or whatever it was they called it. The initiation process? We each had to draw a piece of paper from a hat with the name of an animal on it, tell the audience the name of that animal, and then proceed to make a sound that exemplified said animal having an orgasm. The animal I picked? A monkey. I had to stand in front of everyone in the theater and pretend like I was a monkey having an orgasm. True story.
These are my confessions. The first one I probably deserved, but the second one was pretty brutal. I’m sure I’ll look back on these embarrassing moments one day and laugh, but for now, my cheeks are still on fire.