supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

i was in a room sitting in a big circle of people--all women i think. we were playing a sort of game where we had to each, in turn, say our favorite word. actually we were supposed to sing it. i was maybe the 7th or 8th person to go. the problem was that everybody's favorite word was 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' and they all sang it to the tune of everybody's favorite song by the same name.

it came to be my turn and 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' was also my favorite word, but i wanted to be different (surprise). so i very slowly annunciated each syllable with a substantial pause between each. i just did a quick count and there seem to be 14 syllables in 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' and so this was taking a while. speaking slowly and not to the tune of the song was apparently not different enough for me so i decided to do a sideways somersault--moving a bit with each syllable. i stayed facing the same direction, but slowly rolled to my left, upside down, and back to my original seated position (can you picture this?). everyone was bored by my lengthy turn i took.

next someone was walking around on the inside of the big circle of people in a dress she had made and we were all supposed to say whether or not we liked it. she wouldn't let on if she liked it or not, so it was sort of a test. maybe it was an ugly dress, maybe not. it was cream colored with big flowers. kind of unflattering bodice (jumper type) and loose sleeves. i had mixed feelings, but was generally not fond of it.

then i learned it was going to be my turn and people were going to have to express their opinions on my bra. my bra!?! i was horrified. i mean, not only did that seem a bit revealing but worse yet i was wearing an unattractive bra that used to be white until i washed it with my red ann arbor morris socks and it turned pinkish.