You may remember this story. That was high school. This next one happened in college.
It was another Halloween dance. I am just NOW putting this lovely pattern of Halloween dances together. I had been hanging out with this boy for quite some time, who really knows if we were dating, but we went to the HOWL (the Halloween dance my University throws every year) together.
I was dressed like a gangster.Basically the outfit in this photo.
Except no suspenders.
No black skirt.
And I chose to wear black silk stripped pajama pants.
Totally gangster?
Let me repeat, NO suspenders.
Silk pajama pants.
Totally gangster.
Foreshadowing, foreshadowing, foreshadowing.
So... at the HOWL, they had a giant bounce house obstacle course. Like this little thing.
We stood at the entry holes. (That sentence was weird, *shudder.)
He said he'd give me a head start.
What a gentleman.
So I dove in.
Wait for it...
All of a sudden I felt less clothed.
So I screamed, and turned around to notice that my date was holding my pants.
Really?!
They were so slippery against the bounce house and nothing was holding them up... no suspenders was a bad call, so when I dove in they just slipped right on off.
We laughed, I put them back on and finished the course. With one hand firmly holding my pants up.
So...
Who's taking me out on Halloween this year?
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