And while we're on the topic of pants, did I mention the NBS humiliation of the weekend?
October 15, 2007 09:18 PM
So we're sitting there at a very, very nice steakhouse (St. Elmo's in Indianapolis--if you haven't been there, go) for my father-in-law's retirement party. And we all consume a fantastic meal of Thanksgiving-sized quantity. And when it's all done, we're all sitting there talking about how full we all are, and how much we all had to eat. You know how you do.
And so we're sitting there talking about this, and Mrs. NBS says, jokingly, "I'm glad I'm in my elastic pregnancy pants." And so what do I, who was still in the "I had waaaaaay too much to eat mode" then loudly proclaim, like a complete idiot?
"GOD, I WISH I WERE IN YOUR PANTS."
This was met by TOTAL SILENCE. Mrs. NBS just totally froze. I totally froze. Her dad and her brother started talking about something else. Maybe they were so polite that they just pretended not to hear. We still don't know. They didn't even twitch. I have to think if they were paying attention, they would have at least twitched. I mean how far can good manners take you? You just can't hear something like that and not twitch.
So we decided they didn't hear it. And I then decided the situation was hysterical, and started cracking up. It's amazing what two martinis and a glass of pinot noir will do to help you speedily recover from an embarrassing faux pas. Thank you martinis and pinot noir!