Monday
Oct092006
It was just the upper part of my thigh, I swear
Monday, October 9, 2006 at 10:06AM
Brad scored some free tickets to the symphony this weekend, so Saturday night we put on some decent clothes, went to dinner, and showed up at intermission.
While we waited for the second (half, inning, section, part, act?) to start, we stood in the hall behind the mezzanine area, looking down on the people milling about outside. The entire wall was plate glass windows, so it made for a nice view.
Suddenly I had an itch that required a hand down the pants in order to effectively scratch. I glanced around the hallway, which was clear aside from two ladies whom Brad's lengthy body adequately blocked from view. I shoved my hand down my pants and quickly took care of business.
It was only after I had finished scratching myself inside my pants that I remembered the giant plate glass windows and the fact that I was standing in front of them. I'm not sure how many people were glancing upward at the time, but anyone who was got a fun little show of just how ladylike I can be.
While we waited for the second (half, inning, section, part, act?) to start, we stood in the hall behind the mezzanine area, looking down on the people milling about outside. The entire wall was plate glass windows, so it made for a nice view.
Suddenly I had an itch that required a hand down the pants in order to effectively scratch. I glanced around the hallway, which was clear aside from two ladies whom Brad's lengthy body adequately blocked from view. I shoved my hand down my pants and quickly took care of business.
It was only after I had finished scratching myself inside my pants that I remembered the giant plate glass windows and the fact that I was standing in front of them. I'm not sure how many people were glancing upward at the time, but anyone who was got a fun little show of just how ladylike I can be.
in My anatomy
My anatomy
Reader Comments (1)
LOL - Ohhhh, I hate those kinds of itches!