While we wait for the Weblog Award votes to be tallied (the final outcome will be posted tomorrow morning), two stories.
Getting back in touch with people via Facebook has reminded me of my favourite mistaken identity story. During college, I was friends with a man who is apparently far too google-able to write out his name here but all we need for this tale is that his last name contains the word "hip."
I thought I saw him standing on Library Mall, holding his bike, so I walked up to him and when I was right behind him, I attempted to scare/surprise him by screaming his name and then saying these incredibly cool words: "you're my fucking hippie hippie hipster!"
The man turned around and was not said friend, but that wasn't the embarrassing part.
At that moment he turned around, a huge gust of wind occurred, blowing my Urban Outfitters baby doll dress (this was college in the early 90s) over my head so that as he turned, he was staring at a woman who was flashing her mismatched bra and panties at him while trying to push down her dress.
This would have been a good enough ending if the same thing hadn't happened again two years later.
Having not learned as a sophomore not to wear baby doll dresses, I wore one for a performance that required a black dress and black tights. There was only one dress rehearsal and it was directly before the performance and we weren't really moving through the steps insomuch as making sure everyone knew their cues. I noted that my dress was shorter than most of the other girls but was probably fine.
The performance was luckily being video taped and I was able to get a copy of this tape. This is what you see: I'm singing the Gershwin song: "I'm dancing and I can't be bothered now. I'm dancing and I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't, caaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't be bothered now!" Step, kick, and twirl and twirl and my dress is over my armpits, the audience is gasping at my black bra and panties, I am twirling, my partner dips me, and....scene.
Afterwards, my friends and I stood around awkwardly until one boy finally said, "well, at least you wore that really good black push-up bra tonight."