Note to self: be careful when holding a glass of wine.

This has got to be the *most* embarrassing Christmas.

We attended a Christmas party at Melvin's Uncle's place.. kinda like a Grandfather's birthday cum X'mas sorta celebration so most of the relatives, cousins etc were there.

Naturally there was pre-dinner wine and all.

I'm sure you can tell where I'm going by now. Except it's MUCH worse.

I was leaning against the wall, holding a glass of wine, chatting to one of his aunts. Can you tell where this story is headed yet?

Ruben was running around the house. He's like six or seven. Typical kid. And yes, he bumped into me and the entire glass of wine splashed.

It was on me.. the floor... and ALOT of it... on the white wall behind me...... It was as if someone died there and had blood flowing from this huge splotch all the way to the floor. Melvin ran to the kitchen to grab a cloth to clean the wall while I stood there in a wine soaked dress looking utterly horrified.

I finally regained my senses and went to the bathroom to clean up but when I returned... the leaking red splotch was now a permanent shade of grey on what was once a pristine white wall.

What a way to leave an impression. Permanent too. The only way they're going to get rid of that stain is to go over with a fresh coat of paint.

I don't know how I managed to survive the rest of the party. The owners of the lovely penthouse were kind/gracious enough not to mention the incident at all for the rest of the night. But boy, I bet they're thinking along the lines of 'OMG!'. I wanted to like.. I dunno.. hug Aunt Lucy and said I was sorry or something. But I was just too embarrassed and spent most of the time wanting to slink into a hole/die somewhere quietly.

GAAAhhhh.