A Day In The Life of Being on “The Naughty List”
Hello all and Happy Holidays! I’ve been a HORRIBLE blogger lately, and by “horrible”, what I really mean, is non-existent. So, what I’m going to do is dive right back in with a bang. I’m going to back it up to 2008 and tell the story of the year I was on the Naughty List. At the time I was fresh out of college, but still working at the restaurant I had worked at throughout college a couple nights a week. A couple of my co-workers who were roommates decided to have a “Naughty or Nice” Christmas Party. Now, given the fact that we all were between 18 – 25 and a good looking bunch, if I do say so myself, and course I do, I figured people would go the “naughty” route. I guess I was still in the college mind set because whenever my fraternity had themed parties the “cowboy/Indian” party turned into “sexy cowboys/slutty Indians” party, and the “Laua” became “wear-a-cocoanut-bra-in-the-middle-of-February-party”…you get the idea.
Anyways, while out browsing for an awesome outfit for the party, I found a baseball tee with red arms and white body that said “team naughty” on it and it came with a pair of red and white striped boy shorts underwear and baseball socks. Obviously this was intended for pajamas, but I also decided that with my black Uggs and Santa hat it would be the PERFECT ensemble for the night to come. So at this point I’m pretty pumped for the party and I’m feeling pretty confident about my outfit. I guess you can say I figured I’d fit right in.
I get to the party a bit late, as it was snowing and the roads were pretty slick, and I walk in with my black pea coat buttoned up to the top. I walk through the door and look around. Holy. Shit. That’s seriously what I said, both out loud and in my head. I’m pretty sure I said it in my head about 400 more times than I said out loud, but that’s not the point. As I looked around I noticed the other 20 or so guests that were already at the party were dressed “nice”. No, not just “nice”, I mean nice. Every person in the room had on a nice dress, pearls, or a sweater vest. I’m pretty sure there was even some bow ties mixed in, and here I am in my freaking underpants…W.T.F.?? Erica and Jon, the hosts, came over to me and offered to take my coat, as any good host would. I immediately said “I can’t take my jacket off”. They asked why, and I discreetly opened my jacket to show them what I was wearing. No, let me rephrase that, I showed them what I wasn’t wearing. I proceeded to go into Erica’s room with her while she tried to convince me stay as I, almost in tears mind you, was trying to tell her I had to go home because there’s no way I could face this crowd dressed as a naughty elf. At this point, Jon (my savior) came into the room with a tray of shots…after a shot (or 5) I decided that my outfit was actually completely appropriate for this party and made my way out to the crowd.
Though at the time it was probably the most mortifying moment of my life, today this story goes a long way. I’m not sure I know of anyone else who who is stupid enough to get themselves into this mess…but even if I did meet someone on my level, I don’t know that they would shamelessly strut around that way all night. In the end, this is obvious proof that though people say “alcohol isn’t the solution”, there are actually some cases where it is…this, my friends, is one of them! 😉
Have you ever had a “party foul”? how did it end up?
Posted on December 19, 2012, in Hilarious, Random Experiences, Ridiculous People, This is Me! and tagged Christmas, christmas party, Naughty list, naughty or nice, shots, xmas. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.