Tenx9 storytelling veteran Brittany Sky gave the understory a go at January 2016’s night “Whoops.” She nailed it.
Nashville, tonight we said whoops when sleep deprivation and a train ride with big-spoon Borat led to an epic nap in the Sistine Chapel.
We said whoops when being forced to finish our peas and parsnips in England led to a semi-famous star of a mother cleaning vomit out of the carpet.
We said whoops when Beasley Sweetheart Pageant revivals led to denial, dresses, social anxiety, dancing to Tina Turner at a Baptist school, and very big confident answers.
We said whoops when searching for common ground with a left-handed math partner led to the realization that you should make sure your left-handed friend has a right hand.
We said whoops when the understudy Bob led the marching band right into chaos during our senior year…the best of times.
We said whoops when working at Sprocket meant getting a bad ass call-sign based on your life story of out running a distant relative of a raptor and forever being called “Emu.”
We said whoops when were in the “race with the devil” to create the “song of our people” when the realization that “this is not the men’s room” dawns.
We said whoops when the gray and black aura of our father accidentally got whacked by a lead pipe between the eyes and everything changed for the better.
We said whoops when kneeling in prayers of confession lead to pure farts.
Thanks to Michael B., Rob, Darcie, Paulina, Christy, Rebecca, Jeff, Lizzy, and Tony for their stories!