There’s a person in my petticoat???


I was laughing so hard… trying to explain that there was a ‘purse in there!” as I lifted up the front of my dress and pointed under it!

The guy in the parking lot looking over at us wondering how there was a “person in there” and my Beastie looking at him like HE’S THE ONE THAT’S NUTS… because… duh… why would there be a person in there =/…. because .. there wasn’t!  Buuuut…. there was a purse in there!

So… it all started a few days ago when I get a text message asking if I want to go to the local theater to check out the Best Little Whorehouse In Texas… ( a friend of ours is acting in it so… of course I want to show my support!)  I was extremely excited to “dress up” for the event!  So, I went all out… gingham print dress, cowboy boots, cowboy hat and a ginormous petticoat!  It is the best little whorehouse after all!  I appeared to be in costume, and when I walk into the theater..(apparently, I’m the only person in attendance who thinks that dressing up in the ‘theme” of the play is a good idea..UGH). people are staring… I think… they think.. I’M ONE OF THE WHORES!!! Oh well… the attention doesn’t bother me… I have been known to be a little over the top ;)………..So.. we go straight to the bar ( of course) and then go in.. find FABULOUS seats …3 rows up.. right in the center!  YAY!  I’m trying to get to my seat bumping everyone in the row below us with my amazing petticoat.. and finally have a seat.. all comfy with my lovely beasties.  The Show was AMAZING!! the actors did a wonderful job.. and when it was all said and done we make our way to the lobby to congratulate the cast.  I talk to several of the actors and as I finally spot our friend I feel something bumping around in between my legs!!! YES… I said SOMETHING BUMPING AROUND BETWEEN MY LEGS!! So… of course my first thought was….WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???  so I stopped for a minute… took another couple of steps and felt it again!  something was bumping around…between my legs.. and by bumping around.. I mean, hitting the inside of one thigh and then hitting the inside of the other… I KNOW… what the hell right!!  I stop right where I am and start lifting up my skirt..and pulling up my petticoat… and what do i find dangling from my petticoat?? Someone’s purse! Someone’s purse dangling from my petticoat between my legs!!!REALLLY…the best part…(besides all the people in the lobby staring at me wondering why I was lifting my skirt in front of everyone) is my reaction and everyone’s faces when I pulled that purse out from under my dress!!!  apparently my petticoat snagged it as I walked by… I just don’t get how the purse owner didn’t notice =/  but she did look for it later, purse and owner were reunited… and the petticoat bandit was long gone!!

I can’t help but wonder… does crazy shit happen to anyone else??? I mean… when I go to work on Mondays and ask my co-workers ..”so , how was your weekend?? anything exciting happen?”  no one EVER says… oh yeah… I found someones purse in my petticoat while I was at the Whorehouse……