Wardrobe Malfunction on the Dance Floor.

Tonight was my Keller Williams Christmas Party. In my “spare” time, much to my dismay, I am a real estate agent, so instead of heading out to the dance floor, I headed to the party. And, as usual, I had no date, so Ras #2 agreed to come with me.

First things first………what to wear? OK, not dancing so that open backed, spaghetti strapped, really flowing, long black dress that is collecting dust in my closest finally gets its night out on the town.

Second, two white elephant gifts…………hbmmmm, isn’t there some sexy, brand new, tags still on, lingerie still hiding out in a drawer somewhere, waiting to be worn?  Yup, one down. Ohhhhh, look a silky black rode, too! And one more thing, all of that Cover Girl Makeup that I got for free with those coupons, that makes three, we are more than covered! That takes care of that. Perfect!

Third thing, directions……….leave that up to Ras #2. She beats me there, it’s snowing and cold. As I am driving I realize that I am starving! Those 4 Triscuit crackers just didn’t do the trick. I finally get there and we slip and slide, in our heels into the party.

First and most important stop, the buffet line. Now remember I am starving, so looking at those tiny little plates, I pick up two. The food looked and smelled great and by the time I reached the end of the line I had acquired another on of those tiny plates. Ras #2 is behind me and we head to the only open spot at the bar, I looked at her and she looked at me and we both started laughing….we had 6 plates of food! Needless to say, there were a few judgemental looks. Yes, we ate it all, and those that were giving us funny looks made MANY trips through the buffet line, I’m thinkin’ they were just wishin’ that they had been smart enough to grab a couple of plates the first time through. Then, just as we finished eating they actually started playing music and taped down a piece of vinyl, yes vinyl flooring to dance on. Whoo Hoo! Dancing after all. Good thing the dance shoes are always in the car.  A gentleman that I have seen at out dance club a few times asked me to dance a Night Club 2 Step and then a West Coast Swing. What do you know, there is even dancing at the Christmas party.

Next it was time for the gifts. I was lucky enough to pick out a picnic basket, you know the kind with two bottles of wine and wine glasses. My thought, being a single girl was……another relationship gone bad, another picnic basket rescued from the closet. Oh, well, I fared better than Ras #2, she picked a great big Santa candy dish……….no candy!(Don’t tell anyone, but we sneaked over and peeked in all the leftover bags and picked out one other “good” gift, each) So all is good.

Now, back to the dance floor I go. This time with a cowboy. Now I don’t do Country Swing often, because of all of the twisting and pulling and shoving, but it was Christmas and he wanted to dance. What I faile to remember was that I was in a backless, spaghetti strapped dress. And yes, you guessed it, Wardrobe Malfunction! One of those pretty little straps just popped and my dress nearly hit the floor! Thank goodness I have quick reflexes when it comes to public nudity. I managed to yank that dress up without scaring too many people!

I’m afraid that pretty little black dress is just going to have to get happy hanging in the closet.

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