a stroll down memory lane: party dress fail

Almost 2 years ago, my second cousin got married and of course I attended the wedding. As most of you know, I'm not really a girly-girl, but when I have an event like this to attend, I dress appropriately. In this case, it was a very formal wedding in a beautiful ballroom type event space - marble floors, a gorgeous outdoor garden, an indoor waterfall type thing, etc. It must have cost a small fortune to have that wedding!

Anyway... I knew about the wedding a few months in advance and I also knew that I didn't have a formal dress that I could wear to the wedding. Well, the day before the wedding, I still had not purchased a dress! Obviously this led to hours of dress shopping. I may not be the girly-girl type, but I am a very picky person when it comes to clothing (especially when it's an occasion that requires me to look pretty and formal). Surprisingly, about an hour later, I found what seemed to be the perfect strapless dress. I bought the dress and a cute pair of shoes and that was all I needed.

I was ready to have a wonderful time at a beautiful wedding - or so I thought.... The BF and I arrived at the wedding all handsome and pretty - him in his suit, me in my "perfect" dress. We were sitting at the reception tables for most of the day, but then the bride and groom decided they wanted everyone on the dance floor. Well, not only am I an inexperienced heels-walker, but apparently I'm also an inexperienced dress-wearer. I stood up without noticing that I was stepping on the front of my dress, started walking, and... well... you probably know the rest.....

My dress had fallen and my boobs were exposed for all 250 wedding attendees to see! I quickly pulled the dress back up, but I was so embarrassed that I had to leave the wedding immediately following the incident. I didn't know who, if anyone, actually saw what had happened, but I had to leave immediately! I couldn't believe what had happened, but lesson learned: strapless dresses are EVIL!

a stroll down memory lane: how'd that get in there?

Okay, so there are so many memories I have of my college career. But one thing I remember more vividly than others...

The BF and I attended college together - by together I mean we took every single class together for 4 years straight. I know what you're thinking you're both out of your damn minds, right? Well, somehow it just worked for us. Some of our classes we took online, but most were on campus. We would try our hardest every semester not to take early classes, which for us meant any earlier than 11am. Well, unfortunately there were a few semesters that we were forced to take 8am classes (yuck!)

8am classes meant that we had to wake up around 7am (even more yuck!). Now, at 7am the BF and I obviously aren't truly functioning human beings - we're barely conscious! So we would get out of bed, brush our teeth, grab our things, and we'd be out the door. However, I specifically remember one day that I must have been less awake than normal. We started off our day the same as usual, sat down in the classroom with all the other students and waited for class to start. As we were waiting, I reached into my purse to grab a piece of gum for myself and guess what I found and pulled out instead??

My television remote control! Every student was looking at me like I was some weirdo! I was so incredibly embarrassed, but I got over it quickly and everyone just had a good laugh. I told you I was less awake than usual!

a stroll down memory lane: cookie disaster

I stumbled on Sundresses & Smiles the other night when I was reminded of a pretty embarrassing baking experience of mine. Mind you, I was pretty young.. I don't remember exactly how old, but I was probably around 14... ish.

I'm telling you now that I am a cookie addict - I LOVE COOKIES! For real, I'm a cookie monster. So one night I decided to bake some sugar cookies. Apparently I wasn't quite feeling chocolate chip that night which is actually pretty surprising since I have a serious chocolate addiction too, but anyway... I made sure I had all the ingredients and got the cookie sheet out. Once I was sure I had everything, I mixed all the ingredients together. Everything was going smoothly so far, then I started placing the cookie balls on the baking sheet one inch apart like I had read on the package. Once they were placed, I put them in the oven to begin baking....

DING! The timer went off and it was time to take the cookies out. I ran over to the oven, opened it, and what did I see? 12 cookies?? NO!..... ONE GIANT COOKIE!!

I was wondering what the heck went wrong! Well, I finally realized later on that I read the package wrong - I was supposed to make 24 small cookies on two baking sheets not 12 big cookies on 1 sheet... Well, at least I thought it would make 12, but NO - just one giant cookie! Just a massive baking fail!

a stroll down memory lane: tanning

Another rainy day today here in NJ. It seems like in the past 3 weeks we've only seen the sun maybe 3 times. For the month of June, it sure doesn't feel like summer is approaching at all. Anyway.... I've wanted to tan for so long now with only slight opportunities during the very few sunny days we've had recently. My sister asked me to go tanning with her.... at a salon. Now, normally I'm completely against myself going to a tanning salon, but I figured when I haven't seen the sun in such a long time and I have free sessions that my mom bought me, I had to do it.

So I haven't been to a tanning salon in a very long time - probably over a year or maybe even two. I walked in and immediately I was reminded of my very first tanning session.

I was 15 and on vacation in Florida for Christmas break when I got upset that I was away from the BF (yes, I'm talking about the same BF I talk about now). I was so upset about being away from him that I made my mom send me home the next day (how pathetic, right?). I was only in Florida for two days which really didn't give me time to get tan, but I wanted to have some kind of color when I went home. I saw a tanning salon while we were driving in Florida and made my mom stop. I walked into the salon, purchased a session, and off I went to the tanning bed... or so I thought. When you picture a tanning bed, you normally think about a horizontal bed that you lay in and fake sunlight penetrates your skin.. well, they decided to put me in a stand-up booth instead. So I walked into the changing area, got undressed, and waited a few minutes for the lights to come on.

Well they never came on! I was so disappointed - I thought the booth wasn't working. Little did I know I had to open the door and walk into another section of the booth. I didn't realize this until 2 minutes before my session was over!

I know what you're thinking.. How stupid is this girl?! How did she think she was going to tan without any lights?! Well, I sat and pondered that too while I was waiting for the lights to come on. In my defense, I was 15, stupid, and it was my very first time tanning. What a waste of money that was!

Have a great weekend everyone!! :)