limey wrote:
>
>> We made crepes suzette for breakfast. Jim made the crepes. I made
>> the sauce. I'd called the guests into the kitchen because I thought
>> they'd like to see the Grand Marnier flame up and cook down for the
>> sauce. They were the ones to notify me that my hair was on fire. Could
>> I BE any more embarrassed?

> Good lord - how much hair? Are you now bald?


Nah, nothing exciting like that. A few wispy hairs towards my forehead
got singed. I felt no heat and didn't notice. The fire never got
within an inch of my scalp. They pointed and said my hair was on fire.
I began slapping at the sides of my head to put it out. They said, no
the front. One ran to the sink for water and threw it at me. She used
her hands for a container so it was only the lightest sprinkling. By
that time, I'd slapped my head in front and had it out.


I realize now how dangerous it was, but at the time, it was just funny.
I realize now how stupid I was, but at the time, it was nothing. They
even apologized for getting me wet.


Later in the weekend, I was saying something about safety. I think we
were talking about driving or teenage drinking, and I said how I was the
one who lit my hair on fire and had no credibility. It was a funny
line, and they laughed.


--Lia