Moment of redemption for me: Particularly good to see my old friends from college yesterday, in that one of them was my girlfriend for five and a half years, and then we parted company at my instigation and not in the best possible way. Good to meet up after a very long time and reassure myself that a) it was the right decision back then but b) we can in fact be good friends now even though we were once lovers.
Moment of someone else’s embarrassment: As I was bantering with one of my cousins and his girlfriend about marriage, his father came over and gleefully asked, “Is there something you haven’t told us? Your girlfriend’s down on the seating plan with our surname rather than hers!” The poor lad turned quite pale. Of course, it was a mistake (or possibly just well-meaning shorthand) on the seating plan.
Awful moment of my own embarrassment: Having thought I’d picked up hints and signals earlier in a conversation with one of the thirtysomething relatively recently married women who I hadn’t seen for a while, I thought it would probably be daring but all right to say brightly, “So, are you pregnant, or just fat?” The glacial reply, “Just fat”. And of course, she isn’t especially overweight, I had just misinterpreted the thirty-something bulge (and my own is much worse). I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. Next time think very hard before opening mouth and inserting foot.