Congratulations to Kate and William and Happy Birthday plus one day to the Little Royal Dude!
I love that the future head of the British monarchy, (not to mention the guy that will probably end up on my country’s coins someday), was born while we’re we’re all living in the past this week.
During last week’s Throwback Thursday? Or Something? poll, a number of you expressed interest in hearing about some of the adventures yours truly had growing up. Wonderfuls, you know I’m more than happy to oblige.
This is a favourite story of mine, in large part because in telling it, I learned about the power there is in turning personal embarrassment into comedy gold, and about how great it feels to entertain people and know they’re laughing right there with you.
The One with Amb at the Airport
When I was fifteen, my parents took Shutterbug Sis and me to Hawaii for spring break. It was exactly as wonderful as it sounds. The skies were blue and cloudless, the water was warm and clear, and our favourite place to go for dinner was a restaurant called “Cheeseburgers in Paradise”. By the end of our trip, I was ready to head back to the tenth grade with a killer tan and stories of deep, soulful eye contact made with Hawaiian boys from across the beach.
The flight home was as smooth as the rest of the trip had been. Everything was fine until we got to the baggage claim at the Toronto airport.
Now, despite the fact that I can successfully convince people I’m a grown up for five days a week in Corporate World, at fifteen I was not quite as organized as I am now. Particularly when it came to things like packing a suitcase. Particularly when it came to things like packing a suitcase at the end of a trip when you know you’re going to be washing everything when you get home anyway, and you’d so much rather be going through all of the complimentary postcards in your hotel room, because you can so totally make awesome cases for your brand new mixed cds with them!
As long as everything you came with makes it back into your suitcase, right?
Now that I’m older and wiser, I know the correct version of that sentence is actually, “as long as everything you came with stays in your suitcase”.
My suitcase was an older one, and in fact, a couple of the outside pockets had small tears in them, which were patched with duct tape.
… You all know where this is going, right?
Shutterbug Sis and I were standing at the carousal, waiting for our bags to come around, when a hot pink bra suddenly came hurtling down the conveyer belt. “Wow, that’s embarrassing … for someone else” I thought. “At least they have cute taste in lingerie, though”.
The matching underwear soon followed.
By the time the very not-cute sweat socks and old pajama shirts made an appearance, it dawned on me that these wayward items were actually mine, and that maybe there was a reason my mom had said to put all of my dirty laundry in the bottom of my suitcase.
The pink bra, meanwhile, having completed its fourth rotation, had been scooped up by Shutterbug, so I couldn’t even take credit for it while I was chasing down the rest of my clothes.
It was just me and my sweat socks. And the entire crew and passenger list of a Boeing 747.
At least I had a killer tan, though.
Well, there you have it. Once you’ve sufficiently recovered, remember to like and comment today’s post for your contest entries, and I’ll see you back here tomorrow for a Retro-licious Wordful Wednesday.