Have a giggle at this one again.
Sis invited my parents to join her for her firm’s Christmas Dinner one year rather than attend on her own since her divorce.
Both of them were looking forward to an entertaining and pleasant evening ‘all paid’ bar drinks, plus they were supporting her at a difficult time.
As with most Company dos, there is usually a ‘party piece’ and this year was no exception.
My sister was taking part in their Beauty Contest and when it came to her turn, she proudly set off round the catwalk in her new frock, smiling at her colleagues as she went.
Just before she got to the end, everyone burst out laughing and she thought either her knicker elastic had broken and her frillies had dropped round her ankles, or the person behind her had fallen over.
When she turned round, she was soon laughing with the rest as Dad was strutting his stuff with his Number on his wrist, doing pirouettes and a fancy swagger like a pro, thoroughly enjoying himself.Of course he didn’t win, but was happy with third place, especially as he’d mistakenly thought it was a joke contest, and not at all the serious affair it was intended to be.
But that wasn’t the end of it.
In conversation with a friend of my not-yet-husband-to-be-Ex, he mentioned attending his girlfriend’s Christmas bash and some idiot getting up and taking part in the Beauty Contest.
With a perfectly straight face I said
‘I know. That was my Dad.’
To enhance his embarrassment further, he had to meet said ‘Idiot’ to discuss his Best Man responsibilities for my forthcoming wedding!