This weekend my dude and I hit up my cousin’s wedding. We danced like chimpanzees on speed, took pictures like we were the paparazzi and sucked back cake (and booze) like nobody’s business.

However although I had no problem public partying like it was 1999, our private romantic relationship took the opposite path. It seemed being surrounded by my family for the weekend totally killed my desire to attempt anything remotely kinky.

My guy on the other hand was all about experimentation. Wanting to play hide the salami WHILE we were sharing a double room with my parents. Suggesting we fornicate beside the vending machine under the hallway stairwell. Egging me on to pursue a friend we made at the wedding, who seemed to be flirting with the both of us all night long (she was adorable by the way, and after the fact her Facebook page indeed confirmed she was into both men and women).

But the potential excitement of these acts was totally sucked dry for me, as all I could focus on was the stress of trying to hide my sexual misadventures from my parents. I was time warped back to a time of high school romances, of sharing first coonodles with the then-boyfriend on the downstairs couch and not being able to enjoy it because of my complete paranoia someone would walk down the stairs undetected and catch us in the act (and not to mention the built-in Catholic reflex I had been groomed with since birth – overwhelming guilt). Unfortunately this left my boyfriend grumpy and complaining that I never want to live on the wild side.

So what does a girl do when she wants to keep adventure alive in her long-term relationship without having a heart attack? Well, I think it’s best to start small with something slightly scandalous, something that makes you feel like you’re walking with at least one foot on the wild side for a short period of time.

In my case I clocked not one but TWO baby scandals this weekend. At the wedding while "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" blasted out from the speakers, I hopped up to ride on my dude (well, ride on his back that is – but still!) dans la middle of the dance floor for all to see. Then, during our last evening when the two of us wandered off for a nightcap at the abandoned hotel bar, I gave him a full on flash show for an entire two seconds.

One small step for my breasts – one big step for girls with Adventure Allergies everywhere.

So what kind of delicious scandals (baby or grand) have you participated in lately?