An Afternoon with An Important Person

So today I went to visit the only Dutch music contact I have over here. He is a retired singer and knows many people and is a very important person. He invited me over for coffee, so I dressed up in my nice (but not too nice) black wrap dress for our first meeting together. Yeeeeaaahhh....wrap dress + bike does not mix! It was too late for me to go back and change, so I steered with one hand while ever so ladylike and delicately bunching up the dress in the middle of the seat while holding it with all of my might. Of course braking proved to be a bit of an issue as well - I simply discovered that braking with one hand does NOT mean that the bike will actually stop. Awkward times. Not as bad as when I was with my friend Amanda and for no reason at all just
ever....
so....
slowly....
tipped to the left and completely fell with the bike on top of me.
Back to the dress - I found the man's apartment and stopped to park my bike, not knowing that he was standing directly in front of me parking his bike, and right at the moment that he looks up and recognizes me, a huge gust of wind comes by and there goes the dress. Way to make a first impression.
The next episode appeared in the actual house. Everything is going swimmingly, and he is offering much advice and help. I asked to use the restroom and it was up not only the typical steep, teeny, tiny, twisting Dutch stairs...there was no railing. Right....and I'm in heels. To climb the stairs, I had to actually put my hands on the steps to balance and pull myself up. Okay, fine because he is in the other room. However, to come back DOWN the stairs, I had to sit on each step and scoot my bottom down like the five-year-old kid on "The Sound of Music" who sings "the sun, has gone, to bed and so must I" and of course, he walks into the kitchen with the coffee pot right at that moment. My "scooting the butt" moment. I didn't know what to do. He kind of stopped and looked at me with a confused look upon his face.
(Sigh)
Good God...
I was "butt scooting" in the house of a very famous classical singer who has an entire bookshelf of performances that he has recorded over the last forty years.