You know its funny how even though weve never met, just by being in chat together and kibitzing back and forth on the boards here and there, one tends to conjure up an image in ones mind of other people.
It is for that reason that I hesitate telling you about my most graceful moment on my recent California trip (hopefully the trip report of Disneyland will make it to the boards) because I know that the image you probably have of me is one of true exceptional grace demure, somewhat-introverted and quiet - yet possessing that Princess Grace of Monaco kind of mystique, but here goes:
Tom and I were to attend a formal gala while we were there because part of it was a business trip of mine in San Diego. I actually purchased a fancy schmancy 3-piece sequined pantsuit (that I got on a terrific sale!!!!!) to wear. But while I was packing, I noticed that my nice business pants were the same color black , the same kind of material, and would look good with the formal glitzy tops. Wanting to conserve as much room in my suitcase for souvenirs and such, I decided I could wear these pants one morning to a seminar and then to the gala on Saturday night. Im so smart I sometimes scare myself.
Saturday morning arrives and I get dressed in my business casual (What is THAT anyway???) outfit with the black pants and off we go to the morning seminar. After the seminar, Tom and I decided to walk back to our hotel on the waterside (gorgeous, just gorgeous). Were walking . and walking .. and walking some more just enjoying the beautiful weather. Tom is still walking. But I, however, found the only hole in this hotel parking lot we were cutting through, completely lose my balance and down I go kind of in a slow motion sort of thing! My glasses slide across the parking lot and I find myself on my hands and knees and face all at the same time. My shoes go in the opposite direction of my glasses and my pocketbook is who knows where. Im lying so flat on the ground at this point that I look like road kill. Tom, bless his heart, looks down at me trying to figure out the best way to get me up. Im still trying to figure out which way is up. And more importantly, where are my glasses? I spot my glasses, reach for them while still in a fairly supine position and after putting on the glasses see images of bell boys running my way in addition to my husband dutifully trying to turn me over to get me up.
Well, at this point, all dignity is out the window, but Im terribly grateful that I managed to put this show on in front of a different hotel than the one we were staying at. I manage somehow to get up (with Toms help of course) and yell the mandatory, Im all right! to the hotel staff.
As we finish our trek back to the hotel, Tom is very quick to point out every curb, incline, and change in sidewalk color as that in itself can be very tricky at times. Even though Im a little sore at this point, I always manage to see the humor in situations and find myself hysterically laughing and limping. After 26 years of marriage, Tom has seen me take a few spills but usually recover without actually hitting the deck. Tom has told me that this one took the prize. Hes hoping I never come close to topping or even matching this one ever again.
You probably think this is the end of the story but its not. Heres the amazing part of the story my hand is scraped up and bleeding. It stops almost immediately and looks pretty much back to normal a week later (today). My knee is scraped up no blood but an ice pack was called for. The swelling is pretty much down today but I still have one hummer of a black and blue that is extremely sensitive to the touch and incredibly large. Okay are you ready for this????? The pants survived without even a pull!!!! Theyre perfect! I was able to wear them to the formal that night. That's actually the point of the story. Amazing.
Well, theres the story of my most graceful moment. I know this has probably destroyed your image of me, but nonetheless, I wanted to share it.
Oh one final thing I sort of fell off the bus at the airport when we were going home. That last step is a doozy. Luckily the luggage broke my fall. LOL
Have a good day!
Aloha,
Lorraine
It is for that reason that I hesitate telling you about my most graceful moment on my recent California trip (hopefully the trip report of Disneyland will make it to the boards) because I know that the image you probably have of me is one of true exceptional grace demure, somewhat-introverted and quiet - yet possessing that Princess Grace of Monaco kind of mystique, but here goes:
Tom and I were to attend a formal gala while we were there because part of it was a business trip of mine in San Diego. I actually purchased a fancy schmancy 3-piece sequined pantsuit (that I got on a terrific sale!!!!!) to wear. But while I was packing, I noticed that my nice business pants were the same color black , the same kind of material, and would look good with the formal glitzy tops. Wanting to conserve as much room in my suitcase for souvenirs and such, I decided I could wear these pants one morning to a seminar and then to the gala on Saturday night. Im so smart I sometimes scare myself.
Saturday morning arrives and I get dressed in my business casual (What is THAT anyway???) outfit with the black pants and off we go to the morning seminar. After the seminar, Tom and I decided to walk back to our hotel on the waterside (gorgeous, just gorgeous). Were walking . and walking .. and walking some more just enjoying the beautiful weather. Tom is still walking. But I, however, found the only hole in this hotel parking lot we were cutting through, completely lose my balance and down I go kind of in a slow motion sort of thing! My glasses slide across the parking lot and I find myself on my hands and knees and face all at the same time. My shoes go in the opposite direction of my glasses and my pocketbook is who knows where. Im lying so flat on the ground at this point that I look like road kill. Tom, bless his heart, looks down at me trying to figure out the best way to get me up. Im still trying to figure out which way is up. And more importantly, where are my glasses? I spot my glasses, reach for them while still in a fairly supine position and after putting on the glasses see images of bell boys running my way in addition to my husband dutifully trying to turn me over to get me up.
Well, at this point, all dignity is out the window, but Im terribly grateful that I managed to put this show on in front of a different hotel than the one we were staying at. I manage somehow to get up (with Toms help of course) and yell the mandatory, Im all right! to the hotel staff.
As we finish our trek back to the hotel, Tom is very quick to point out every curb, incline, and change in sidewalk color as that in itself can be very tricky at times. Even though Im a little sore at this point, I always manage to see the humor in situations and find myself hysterically laughing and limping. After 26 years of marriage, Tom has seen me take a few spills but usually recover without actually hitting the deck. Tom has told me that this one took the prize. Hes hoping I never come close to topping or even matching this one ever again.
You probably think this is the end of the story but its not. Heres the amazing part of the story my hand is scraped up and bleeding. It stops almost immediately and looks pretty much back to normal a week later (today). My knee is scraped up no blood but an ice pack was called for. The swelling is pretty much down today but I still have one hummer of a black and blue that is extremely sensitive to the touch and incredibly large. Okay are you ready for this????? The pants survived without even a pull!!!! Theyre perfect! I was able to wear them to the formal that night. That's actually the point of the story. Amazing.
Well, theres the story of my most graceful moment. I know this has probably destroyed your image of me, but nonetheless, I wanted to share it.
Oh one final thing I sort of fell off the bus at the airport when we were going home. That last step is a doozy. Luckily the luggage broke my fall. LOL
Have a good day!
Aloha,
Lorraine
Sorry, I'm not laughing directly at you, Lorraine, but boy can I sympathise with falling over, do it quite often (even when I've not had a drink) - it's just the way I am, I keep telling DH
