Oops!

I remember it well, it was a defining moment in my life, I was a young adult on my first trip as a Travel Agent. I was traveling with other Travel Agents that I met at the airport upon arrival in Bermuda. We were all about the same age, so the bond was immediate. For four days we went everywhere together. We had full days of site (hotel's) inspections, beaches, activities, etc. We worked our butts off learning about a Island I would soon be recommending to clients. We ate, we drank, we swam, we danced, we laughed, the work was exhausting.

On our last night there we were invited to the home of the owner of the Stonington Hotel (which has now changed names) for a cocktail reception. We all wore our "Sunday" best, and ventured out in taxi's. The taxi drops us off at the top of a hill, and tells us to walk down a path which will lead to the house. I, being the control monster I am took the reins and led the pack down the path. As we ventured further down it seemed to get darker. I had to adjust my eyes several times to see my way. Once down the path a circular glass home appeared in my view "I found it" I yelled.

I was so excited it was truly a beautiful home you could see right in and the glimpse of all the people made me nervous, as the women were in gowns and the men all in suits. I stopped in my tracks and told my fellow path travelers "Wow this is a fancy affair, someone else go first". But all were just as nervous as I and declined my invite, so it was I who was to go in first and the rest to follow me in a single line formation. The house was erected up from the ground so you had to climb several round wooden steps to approach it. Once on the top step, I thought I was entering the house thru the door, so I just went right in, right in the glass house that is. BANG! and the domino effect began, six silly young Travel Agents one banging into the other with my face pushed against the glass. All I remember seeing was the "stare" from everyone in the house, and all I kept thinking was "my makeup must be a mess".

As each person peeled themselves off each other and me, we all looked at each other and laughed uncontrollably. Until the butler with white gloves on comes out of the glass door (the glass door that I should have used) and asked "is everything ok". We followed him into the house thru the door, and proceeded to join the party with our heads low, but still laughing. The evening turned out perfect and it is surely a night I will never forget.

Yep, my defining moment. As silly as it was, it showed me for every uncomfortable situation I might get myself into, there is always laughter to justify the circumstance that was just before me.

So now, let the laughter begin!