The tale of the Hiding Underwear

This is quite possibly the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in recent memory, but it's pretty funny too. So for Chris' last weekend home, this past Friday we went into Manhattan to see the Will Ferrell show (which was hysterical by the way!) We lucked out on priceline and got a great deal on a hotel overnight. Saturday morning, we get up & get ready for breakfast. I had indulged in some adult beverages & was feeling a little foggy. Well, I put all my clothes out and showered. As I'm getting dressed, I cannot, for the life of me, find the underwear that I swore I took out to wear. Shook my clothes out and everything. I chalked it up to the hangover. I wear another pair I had, get dressed, we go to a diner. Well....the waitress comes over for our order, and to my horror, screams out "DID ANYONE DROP THEIR UNDERWEAR???"...and there they are, my lost drawers, in all their glory...smack in the middle of the floor for all to see. I gasped instinctively and (did I ever mention that I have a terrible poker face?) then pretend to act as if I have no clue what it is or who they belong to. Meanwhile Chris is looking at them, trying to figure out where he's seen them before, then looks at me & sees my reaction and starts hysterical laughing. I didn't admit they were mine. Waitress lady, all dramatically swoops them up with some napkins. Chris was pissed, cause he liked them. I turned a brilliant shade of red. I couldn't enjoy my food due to my shame. Why couldn't it have been a sock?? or a dryer sheet??