So.  I've been stealth tagged by the lovely Evil McDevil and I find that I must comply.

Biggest bald-faced lies I've told.  That's the topic.  Well, the problem is that both of the ones I'm considering writing about need a lot of 'splaining.....and neither is as good as Evil's.....but I'll try with this one:

Whilst home from unversity for a long weekend, I attended a Forsyth Country Day School casual dance in full formal wear with my date (who was still in high school - even then I robbed the cradle...) At first we were just two drama students out for a lark, but enroute, we decided to create a story for why he was wearing a tuxedo, complete with top hat and tails (as he'd been in a wedding party the night before).  My formal wear - we decided - would be full formal mourning attire - complete with black lace veil (which had been my wrap, initially).  I posed as his cousin from Ireland - complete with outrageous, over-the-top bad Irish accent - and concocted a story on the spot about my dear departed father who had lost his life in a Belfast pub.  When pressed on the detail of his death I elaborated that no - he had not been a victim of the Troubles - but that he had fallen off the bar stool and choked on his own vomit. I was in the states because our families had arranged a marriage between me and my date so that I could be provided for... Then I would collapse into tears - which seemed fitting for a high school dance.  By the end of the evening, I had several of the girls crowded around me - all of them in tears - as they tried to console me.  For the last dance, I shook off my sorrow and my date and I did a perfect Fred and Ginger routine - then ran out of the gym and drove off into the night with kids streaming out of the building to watch.

When asked about his cousin/fiance the next week - he denied that it had ever happened and that they must have imagined it.

Not that fabulous a lie, when you get down to it....but awfully fun.

I tag......the next six people who read this!  You know who you are......