Trapped Wind

When life is easy, there is nothing to blog about. But, after what happened this weekend, I am back in full force.  

It happened like this. We were all sitting around, finally sober after a long evening of drinking. It was about three in the morning. Everyone was happy and casual, chatting about things that no one knew about the others. Then there was a lull, complete silence. There were 5 people in the room, but only one had trapped wind.

Then, the wind was released in a unexpected toot. It was horrifying. Quickly someone tried to ease the tension in the room by making a joke about bodily functions. It was not funny, it was only  more awkward. Then there was more uneasy silence. I turned more than beet red. I turned "fell asleep on the beach and woke up 6 hours later and then a can of red paint fell on my head" red. And then there was the next 20 minutes when everyone was cracking up inside, planning on the funny story they would tell about the incident the next day, and of course, my own personal hyperventilation.

As Bruno would say, it was worse than Darfur, "It was Darfive."

I think there is a double standard here that should be noted. If it had been a guy, no one would have cared. Who knows, maybe no one did care. Maybe it's all in my head.

My memories of the weekend will always be wrapped up in that one event, even though there were lovely other things that happened. And lovely people met.

VA