My embarassing story is one that is still brought up my dad whenever he gets the chance.
Last year I had finally made my decision, and I went up to Nebraska for the weekend. There was a family reunion, and I was going to one final rush party with Beta, where I was fairly confidant I was going to get a bid card. My nervousness was allayed before we even left Beta when one of the brothers asked me if I was a signee or a rushee still...one of the Rush chairs was there and said "he's not a rushee for much longer!".
Everything's great, since now I know that I'm going to get my bid card. So we get to this lake where the party was, and I decide to go tubing. Without even thinking I hop on...with my car keys in my pocket
. Had a great time tubing...I even remember thinking that my keys were hurting me while I was riding, and when I got my bid card and was ready to head to my family reunion I realize that I don't have my keys...
Luckily, my parents were in Omaha for the reunion, and were kind enough to drive the near 60 miles to this lake outside of Lincoln to open my car for me. And it allowed them to sign the bid card so that it was all official, but I felt like the biggest idiot b/c the houses reputation for intelligence was one of the reasons I wanted to join so badly. Plus I had to explain to 60+ relatives why I was late, and why my parents had to leave the party for such a long time.