Yesterday was quite the interesting day. My husband and I played hooky to go to a PBS sponsored luncheon at the Blackstone Hotel in Chicago. While I could care less about cooking and anything of that nature, my husband is a huge fan of Jacques Pepin. The tickets for this luncheon included book signing, a 3 course meal, and a question/answer session. This is not the first time we've been to a Jacques Pepin event, as my husband is definitely the Jacques Pepin version of a Deadhead--if there is such a thing! We went to a similar event four years ago in Chicago, where we met a woman our age who is also a huge Jacques fan. We ended up being in line behind her for the book signing, and she turned around and recognized us, so that was neat. We got our books signed, then headed for our assigned tables.
(It may appear that my husband is sporting a man purse, but it was a bag for the books.)
We ended up being seated at the "press" table, next to a reporter from one of our local newspapers. She ended up taking notes on several things we told her and wrote down our phone number, as well as snapping a photo of us with Jacques, so when that article comes out in two weeks, we may both be busted for skipping work yesterday.
After lunch, it was my turn to do something fun, so we trekked several blocks north to North Michigan Ave, where all the shopping is. We ended up at Neiman Marcus because I really wanted to pick up the new Bobbi Brown Shimmer brick. When we got there, it was slow, so the makeup artist offered to do my makeup. I'm never one to pass up pampering, so I said sure, and hopped into the chair. Now is probably the time to mention that I'm hypoglycemic, so if I don't eat OR if I eat foods that are heavy or rich, my blood sugar gets crazily out of whack. Unfortunately, yesterday's lunch fell into the latter category. As I was sitting in the chair, I felt myself breaking into a cold sweat. I took a few deep breaths, but I figured out what was going on. I asked the girl if there was a bathroom nearby, knowing that usually cold water on my wrists will help until I can get sugar or cold water. She said the nearest bathroom was on the third floor.. and I was on the first. I said I didn't feel well, got up out of the chair, and made it about ten steps before I started to see black spots. I waved Shane over near me, grabbed onto the counter, and lowered myself as gracefully as I could while everything went black. It is really a horrible to feeling to know that you're losing control and can't do anything about it! I came back to pretty quickly, but kept my head between my knees for awhile. The security guard came running over, and when Shane explained, he said he was hypoglycemic, too, so he understood. They got me cold water, candy, and the girl doing my makeup misted me with face spray, so that helped!
Everyone was really understanding, but I was so embarrassed. It is so completely typical of me that instead of fainting in the middle of a Taco Bell, I'd choose to faint in not only the swankiest department store there is, but the ultra-swanky four story one on Michigan Avenue! After I felt better, I got back in the chair and let her finish my makeup, while joking that now she'd have a story to tell. I was so embarrassed and grateful for how nice everyone was that I ended up leaving with not only the shimmer brick, but foundation, two eye shadows, two lip glosses, a 6-pan palette, AND buffing grains. Yes, I'm ridiculous, and yes, I am banning myself from buying any new makeup for the rest of the year!
I'm much less embarrassed today, as I know I'll never see any of those people again, but I definitely wanted to crawl under a rock yesterday. And certainly, it would've been more embarrassing if the fainting would've been due to drunkenness, so I am thankful for it being my blood sugar. So tell me, what has happened to you that's embarrassing? Bonus points if it involves fainting!