If I couldn't laugh at myself, I would cry

So this easily falls into a Moment of the Day:

Last night, we went to see the opening show for Globe Theatre's Season. And while it was very, very good, I did manage to make an ass of myself. During intermission, we went out for a drink. When we came back, I went and sat myself down in the absolutely wrong chair beside a guy who was likely thinking, "Who the Hell is this chick? And just wait until my wife gets here and takes a round out of her."

Of course, Scott being the dear that he is, doesn't descreetly let me know that I've sat down in the wrong chair. He instead yells, "Leanne!" across the theatre where he is correctly sitting. I am seeing the down fall of having round theatres and going with men that think it is hilarious when the ego of smarty-pants Leanne gets knocked down a peg.