The very first time I worked up the nerve to walk into a gay/ cd bar. Was wearing a long stretchy skirt and a sweater , I order a beer and say alone at a high top table on the edge of the dance floor. Nervous sipping my beer , I took a deep breath and decided to check out the rest of the club ( it was cedar brooks in Westport ct"rip") well in getting down from the bar stool one of my heels got hooked on my skirt I stumbled dropped my beer , it didn't break but spilled all over the floor. Luckily I was caught by a big burly biker looking dude and didn't bit the floor. But at this point one of my heels had poked a hole in my skirt and pulled it down just far enough to expose my pink thong clad but to the world. A few people crowded around to make sure I was all right and the young shirtless gay guy selling the Jell-O shots got my heel out of the hole in my skirt so I was able to pull my skirt up and cover my self. Some one handed me a fresh beer. Every one was really nice about it but I was mortified they had to bring out a mop and everything. I slipped out the door at the first opportunity
