Letting it all hang out

A while back Keri challenged us to post our most embarrassing moment, as I have had many there were a lot to choose from but I decided that I was actually too embarrassed to even write about them.
However, I just remembered one that was quite funny (if a little off color) the other day. In college I was in an institute performing choir called Latter Day Celebration at UVSC (which I think is now called UVU). Anyway, my first year our show was patriotic in nature and the women wore these sparkled little numbers that were high-waisted, red one-piece culottes. They accentuated the chest area quite a bit. They actually sound a lot worse than they were, but I know most of us didn't like them. I wish I had a picture...Sharon, you have any? During the show we often had to move these large black boxes that we sat on while the lights were out between songs. For the most part, the guys moved them because they were kind of big and awkward, but my partner had a back ailment and played the cripple card during the entire tour so I had to move it all the time. Apparently you had to be careful not to lean over too much if there was a soloist performing in the spotlight in case it caught a "glimpse" of you as you shuffled to your place behind them.
At the end of every year, we had a big party where we all get together and watch one of our choir tour performances on a big projection screen and laugh at all our ridiculousness...but little did I know I would become the butt of the joke....or,rather, the b**b of the joke (read on to get that joke). As we are all sitting there taking in the show, someone on screen gets up there in the spotlight to sing "Lady America" or perhaps give a narration on the strength and courage of our founding fathers when all of the sudden we all have a very clear and distinct bird's eye view of my cleavage in the background. And we are not talking just a quick glimpse, we are talking several seconds where my entire bra outline is on display and you could see practically down to my belly button as I am leaning over probably struggling with that stupid box. I was absolutely mortified. But worse, everyone thought it was so funny, that they kept rewinding it and laughing harder. Even Br. Brenchley our choir director! For those few readers that know Br. Brenchley (he is also the choir director in the MTC), he is a very spiritually in-tune, honest and righteous man...but apparently not when it comes to my cleavage as I swear he was laughing harder than all the students combined and was encouraging the replays. I was dying.
Embarrassing indeed.