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Friends don’t let other friends go pantless

March 3rd, 2007

I accompanied Tracey to a gig tonight in the valley (fortitude valley in Brisbane for all those playing along at home) and apart from all the usual delights that can be found down there on a Friday night which I admit we are getting used to now that we’re down there all the time we got to witness something that shouldn’t have had to happen.

Two young ladies attended tonights performance in what some would describe as semi drunkeness. Others, mainly me will describe it as very drunk. Now I don’t know if the drinking happened long before they got dressed. It would explain a great many things. But I think that the first thought when putting on the scarf as a skirt should have been ‘If I’m not sober will this ’skirt’ be practical?’. I’m here to advise that it was indeed not practical.

I went to get drinks and on my return found the two friends kind of trying to sit on this cube seat. Tracey had stories to tell of flashed underwear and not so lady like sitting when we glanced over to see the young lady in question with her skirt pulled right up.

Righto. I guess today pants are now optional. I had thought of just going out in my undies but at the last minute fallen into some jeans.

For the next hour there were various degrees of skirt spotting. A little like the Loch Ness monster. We thought we saw a skirt and there were random sightings of a skirt but it was hard to say that there is without shadow of a doubt a skirt. I had better point out that there were underwear and quite sensible underwear at that, I don’t want you to picture anything un-classy.

So then a couple of girls who were not drunken and skirtless sat down behind the dynamic duo. They settled in and were excited about seeing the show. Our skirtless wonder tried to stand up and failed miserably once again showing off her increasingly familiar underwear. Not satisfied with that she fell forward and bent over. Right in the face of the newly arrived pair who almost died of shock and couldn’t help but laugh (along with a great many more in the crowd).

My point here is not to further the humiliation of this poor girl who made a bad choice of clothing for um any event. No I’m more concerned about her friend who witnessed all of this and did nothing. Why did she not even in her drunken state ask her friend ‘guess what!?’ Or maybe offer some sound counsel suggesting her not to bend over anymore. I think it was she who let the team down.

I’ve had it happen to me but fortunately a friend stepped in to save me more embarrassment. I was at the gym and when I got back into my street clothes I had put my shirt on inside out. The friend I met up for coffee instantly saw the tag and told me that my shirt was inside out. I didn’t believe him at first as it is that kind of shirt but then realised the error of my way and went into the nearest toilets and changed.

Mmmmm maybe the same thing didn’t happen to me.

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