The Shower Curtain

Alright, I have been mentioning this story for a few weeks now and like I said the first time I brought it up, it would make Amy laugh.  So here goes….

Sophomore year of college started out just like freshman year…with Amy and I rooming together.  That second year, however, began with me playing the role of 3rd wheel to Amy’s boyfriend KB.  After a couple of weeks, I became intolerant and moved into a single room a few floors up.  It was the first time I had truly lived alone and to celebrate my new found privacy I started sleeping topless.  It soon became a “must” part of my sleeping ritual…well at least until the night of the shower curtain.

In our third year of college Amy and I lived next door to each other in single rooms on our sorority’s floor in Sanford Hall.  Because our hall was made up completely of sisters, we rarely locked our doors.  The catch though, is if the doors were locked, they only locked from the outside.  If you exited your room and wanted it locked or unlocked you had to be sure to check the knob on the outside.

During Spring Break of that third year of college, I stayed in the dorms while most of my friends went home or to the beach.  As always though, I found someone to party with.  I don’t remember exactly who I was out with that night, but upon returning to the dorms I was impaired.  Just like every other night I stripped down to my night time uniform and went to sleep.  But seeing as I’d had a lot to drink I woke up to use the restroom.  Since my room was directly across from the bathroom (and the hall was inhabited by my closest friends) I had made a habit of hopping into the bathroom at night while simply sheilding my chest with my arms.  It had never failed me, until this particular night.  I left my dorm room, heard the door slam behind me, and instantly froze.  OH SHIT!  I knew the door was locked.  The door was locked and as far as I knew EVERYONE was gone!  I was standing in the middle of the bathroom, wearing nothing but my panties and completely panicking.  Eventually I noticed the shower curtain and my only solution to being without clothes.  I took it down from the bar and wrapped it around my body.  Once I was fully covered I proceeded to go door to door (at about 3AM) knocking and praying that someone would answer.  Eventually and luckily, one of my sorority sisters (an older sister who rarely partied) came sleepily to her door.  I think by then I was crying and honestly don’t even remember her reaction.  What I do remember is that her solution to my lack of clothing was to give me a small, satin bathrobe.  I put on the robe, while wishing it was sweatpants and a t-shirt, and Emily escorted me across campus to the other dorm to get a spare key.  Signing out that key while wearing a silk robe that obviously had nothing under it was almost as embarassing as going door to door wearing a shower curtain.  But I did get back into my room that night and put on clothes.

shower_curtain_dress

If only I’d had a good designer handy, I could have looked like this!

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8 thoughts on “The Shower Curtain

  1. ray November 14, 2009 / 8:46 am

    Thanks for the smile this morning.

  2. Stacia November 14, 2009 / 12:55 pm

    I loved this story! It made me smile because it was funny… I also enjoyed reading about your relationship with Amy in those days. I never had a friendship like that… I know she is missed greatly but you were lucky to have her =) Keep up posts like this… found myself wanting more!

  3. Renee November 14, 2009 / 1:34 pm

    Oh my goodness! That’s too funny.

  4. OpinionatedGift November 14, 2009 / 3:35 pm

    I will never think of shower curtains the same again

  5. Kasey November 14, 2009 / 5:35 pm

    Love it! Hilarous – I can totally see why it brought a smile to Amy’s face…it totally brought one to mine too!! Thanks for posting! xoxo – k

  6. Tara November 14, 2009 / 6:04 pm

    That is hilarious!! I would never of thought of the shower curtain!!! LOL

  7. Leigh November 16, 2009 / 2:49 pm

    What a riot. Perfect.

    • lesleehorner November 16, 2009 / 4:52 pm

      There is a click moment in here somewhere…ah yes, never leave home without your clothes!

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