I had a close call with Hollywood stardom last Saturday night. At least, that’s the positive spin I’m putting on it. The glass is half full - the bra is half empty…same thing really.
Photo credit: msn and Sky Showbiz
Summer Saturday evenings in Petroville are often spent at Twilight Polo. We pack up the coolers, load all of the foldable furniture, dress in our Julia Roberts finest to head to the county’s grassy green where we frolic among friends. Being that we all share our creations, there’s always more food than you can eat and (hopefully) more spirits than you can imbibe between the long row of tailgaters. Do things occasionally get out of hand? Maybe but I’d venture that the pun “out of dress” is more appropriate in this case.
After two polo matches, a DJ sets up and people dance in the outdoor pavilion. It’s a great time for all ages and provides that the evening ends with a bang. This particular night, my sister and I were getting our grooves on with my eight year old and having a jiggy ol’ time. My daughter soon pooped out (or became totally embarrassed) and wanted to head back to the table. When we rejoined our group, I was still in the dancing mood. At this point, someone really should have slapped me…
What did I do? I pranced over and draped myself across my husband thinking he’d dip me like I was envisioning in the dance in my head. He tried (I’ll give him an A for effort) but his injured knee gave sideways and so did our unit. As a couple, we fell.
Do not attempt any large movements, especially with the upper body, while wearing a dress like this -
The result may end up on the internet. Just ask Tara…
Did anyone see my party foul? I think so. However, I scurried away so fast that they may have only imagined it happening. I was a booblur, so to speak. I’m lucky on two counts, though. The first, I only lost a single. The second, no one (that I know of) had a camera on me. Thank God!
So, I’m almost a Hollywood starlet with that experience on my resume. What’s next? Almost dropping a baby or marrying a man half my age? Stay tuned. The tits hits keep on coming.
OMG! I can’t help but laugh - with you, not at you of course! What an image!!
Moonlighting as a Hollywood hottie eh? Good on ya! :rofl:
Least you weren’t standing there like nothing happened, letting people take pictures of the girls.
That’s a great scene, Kimberly.
I used to have a dress like that [the bottom one] and it stayed up [nothing like a couple of rolled up pairs of socks to do the trick]
Cheers
HAHAHAHA! Just remember to wear panties and keep your legs together while exiting a vehicle.
DAMN IT!!! Why couldn’t have someone caught that on video???
WHY???
Hope your boob is okay.
:shocked: Oh my goodness!
If your daughter was embarrassed just dancing with you, I can only imagine the embarrassment after THAT!
Hahahaha! Better not bring that dress to BlogHer! :giggle:
YIKES! I don’t think we need to see you end up on some celebrity blog or sleezey magazine half-hanging out!!!
PS-Sexy dress!!
LOL! My kids would have been so embarressed and taken all wine bottles out of my vicinity.
Oh poor you! Tsk, tsk, what will the neighbors think! (They’ll think your hubs is a lucky man!)
I’m not going to lie–I’m TOTALLY laughing AT you.
Of course, had I been there, I would’ve stood in front of you long enough to shield you whilst you attempted to control the wild mammary.
But I would’ve snapped a picture first.
I know, I’m the best friend EVER. *teehee*
That is so something I would do. I’m the Queen of Smooth Moves. I fell once in an auditorium of 1000 people. It was completely quiet so when I fell everyone heard or saw me. Even the conductor looked to see what the loud thud was. The good thing was that I had my 5 month old in my arms and she did not get hurt. In fact she didn’t even make a sound!
Enough about the fall - you get to tailgate and dance? - how Virginia fun is that! We have nothing like that in Texas because there is a law about having outdoor events in the summer as the temperature is completely unbearable and the mosquitos are worse.
I went to school in Virginia and fondly (well, hazily and vaguely recall drinking Pims) remember the days of Foxfield. Do you live in those richy-poo parts? Are you about to reveal that in addition to hiding your foxy face, that you are going to admit to being a Guggenheim as well?
Topless. And on your daughter’s birthday. That’s nice, real nice. Where are you from, pg. Oh, yeah.
I can’t help but laugh when I read this. Probably because it wasn’t me. ha ha
I’m sure your you-know-what looked way better than Tara’s!