I'm cringing right now thinking about these. (Most Embarrassing Moments)

Member Name: mcicp19

Product:	Most Embarrassing Moments
Date:	05/12/08 (470 review reads)
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Advantages: none for me, although you may have a laugh.

Disadvantages: Everything

I've done a lot of things over my life to embarrass myself, many when drunk which didn't bother me one bit when they happened but certainly did the next morning once I'd sobered up (I know I'm not alone there), some when I hadn't touched a drop. I'm going to look at two particular incidents in my life; one there isn't too much to tell about, another is maybe a touch longer.

The first incident happened on a family holiday to sunny Florida when I was about 15. We'd had a long day of theme parks, blistering hot weather and travelling about on random buses, and I, being in my moody teenager stage, had become particularly fed up for some reason or the other, probably being forced to watch some of the shows in Disney. There was no real reason for it but hey I was a teenager, anyway we decided to visit an all you can eat restaurant for the evening meal, everything was going fine, we were showed to our tables, pointed towards the food and plates and allowed to get what we want.

Once back to the table with my food I was still in a foul mood but there was burgers to be eaten, I reached for the tomato sauce and, being an idiot, shook it with considerably more force than was needed. As I violently shook the top of the bottle flew across the restaurant closely followed by the sauce, covering 2 tables behind me, the table in front of me, all across the walls, and of course myself and my family. So there I am sitting in the middle of a packed restaurant, sauce everywhere, people looking a mixture of angry and confused, myself covered in tomato sauce, holding the by now empty bottle of sauce looking back at at least 60 people starring at me, I could have died right there and then, to say I was horrified was an understatement. Thankfully the waiters found it hilarious and watched the whole thing and changed our, and the people around us, tables. My parents refused my request to leave.


Right incident number two happened about 4 years ago in a hotel in Paris, France. Now bare with me on this one as I need to give a bit background on what I did leading up to the incident.

My cousin was getting married in a small village outside Paris, her family are rich to put it bluntly and were having the wedding before and after do's in what I can only describe as something that looked the size of 4 castles together which was a good job with the amount of people there, whilst I couldn't actually see the ends of one part of the grounds it was so big. My cousin, her husband, and practically all their friends are Oxford graduates and toffs, well my cousin wasn't at this point, haven't seen her in a while so she may be one now.....only joking Shev, but your starting to get the picture, masses of toffs and little old Geordie me and my brother stuck in the middle, yeah I couldn't have been much more out of place.

At the reception in the morning there was free flowing champagne, and good stuff I must say, but not being a champagne or even wine drinker I could feel the drink going straight to my head, but none the less I carried on drinking. The room drank all the champagne that was for the morning so they broke out the spirits, by which point my brother being the younger and the one without a skin head was being dragger about by my auntie to be introduced to various people he would never meet again, causing me to have to entertain myself while I sat there half cut. I had a pin strip suit on so I decided to get a straight gin as that what Tony Montana drinks in Scarface, thats the sort of drunk logic I was thinking at this point, needless to say a straight gin is not good. So to wash the taste away from that I drank some brandy, to go on top of x amount of champagne and a large straight gin, this before the wedding had started.

Surprisingly the wedding went fine and I didn't do anything of notable drunkenness. We went to the dinner and party back where we started the day, and immediately the free alcohol started rolling again with the meal, so a couple more brandy's and I was feeling pretty good, I was happily ignoring all the posh people around me looking down their nose at Shevaun's skin head, drunk cousin, a couple more drinks and the disco started at which point they announced they were setting up a free bar at the back of the hall for us to get our drinks from, and now they had larger. So after being unable to get any larger now I had as much as I wanted, for free, and all I had to do was walk to the back of the room. I'll not go on too much but I had many more largers after the first, danced drunkenly for a bit, ran around the grounds jumping through a few bushes until it was time to go back to the hotel in Paris.

Now I can barley remember the cab trip back to the hotel but I'm told by my family I was pretty loud in the cab trying to talk to the non English speaking cab driver, a small taste of what was to come. We got back to our hotel and I collapsed in a drunken stupor in the room I was sharing with my brother, incidentally room no.1. Now the next few hours are pretty unclear but after the days drinking session in which I probably drank more than I'd ever done before and not been sick nothing should really be a surprise.

For some reason unknown to me at about 2am I decided to leave my room and go looking for something, I use the word something as I have no idea just why I wandered off. Now I stumble round a bit and then try to return to my room, which is locked and of course I don't have a key. My brother had also has a few drinks and wasn't waking up when I banged on the door, so I found my way to the front desk and started to try and speak to the clerk. The clerk looked horrified, maybe at the fact he spoke little English, maybe at the fact how loud I was being, maybe at the Geordie slang, or even how much I smelt of drink. I ignored this at first and when he asked which room it was I said no.1 and pointed in the wrong direction, so he was dubious and shouted for someone else. When the next guy came he also had a sort of distressed look on his face, at which point it hit me more sobering than an ice bath, my own moment of clarity - I was in the middle of the foyer in a vest and boxer shorts, boxer shirts which weren't really hiding much. I was horrified, at which point I could only really cover myself up as best possible, I couldn't apologies anymore and was wishing I'd paid more attention in French class but thankfully they let me back in my room. Too this day my brother is the only family member who knows about the incident, but I got some funny looks and points from some of the staff the next day at breakfast and as we left. I'm cringing right now at the thought of the whole incident, was a good drinking session though!

Summary: Hopefully it wont get any worse.