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Medusa, the story about the dress your husband hated made me laugh. I've had a few of those and still have a couple. The worst was a patch-work hippie dress I bought at a community fair. The dress was quite horrendous I admit. But it was hand-made and had a great story behind it.
I am notorious for always having to go to the bathroom as it is and when I drink it is worse. JJ and his daughter wanted to listen to one of the bands, so I ventured off with one of our friends to browse and drink. Needless to say, I had to *go*. The line for the porta-potties were huge and I was just drunk enough to lose a bit of modesty. I had our friend stand watch as I went behind a dumpster. I came out laughing hysterically (ok, I was quite tanked at this point). I had not squatted correctly, sometimes I wish I were a guy. Well, I had to buy some new clothes and there was the hippie-dippy tent with dresses. Never shop under the influence because I ended up with the 'ugliest dress ever' according to JJ. When we met back up he was horrified and then just laughed at the state I was in. I wore the dress a few times after that because it was about $40 and I wanted to get my money's worth. Then I kept it for awhile because it made me laugh every time I saw it. I think JJ threw it out during one of our moves or strongly urged me too. Either way, it's long gone, but the memory still lives on. I don't think I'll ever live down the piss that ended in bad fashion.
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