It’s Deb…
We’ve done it a million times.
Served as emcees of an event. Not hard, really. Just a matter of greeting a crowd, thanking sponsors, making the audience laugh and pronouncing names correctly.
Oh, and NOT wearing your shirt backwards.
Apparently, I didn’t get that memo Saturday morning. It was 6 am, my husband was still asleep, and in my effort to be courteous and let him get some extra Z’s, I dressed in the dark. Note to self: Look in the mirror before leaving the house.
So I got to our event, found Jim & Kevin, and quickly had it pointed out that the front of my shirt was actually in the back. (Who better to point something like this out than your SISTER?) No big deal.
I mean, doesn’t everyone pose for photos with the Mayor of Indianapolis with their shirt on backwards?
I do.
See that shirt I’m wearing? It’s actually a V-NECK! (Except this time, the V is in the back.) Rest assured, my co-hosts enjoyed my faux pas, and we shared my error with our audience. For the record, I also broke the podium microphone and knocked down an Indy 500 decorative flag.
But, who’s counting?
