I already told this tale to my mother, so posting it on the internet for all to see is nothing now.
We have all heard the story about how "everyone" does their hundredth dive in the buff. Having been witness to several people's hundredth dive I knew that to be false but figured it might be rather entertaining to do it anyway.
My 100th happened to fall on a night dive at the Spanish Anchor dive site. It is rather aptly named because there is a large crack which has a large anchor lodged in the side of it. I figured the perfect picture would be me floating behind it, using the anchor to keep the image at pg13 levels or so. I carefully planned it out. I skipped wearing my normal T Shirt for the dive so all I would have to do is pull off my shorts and I would be free and clear.
I let Richard swim through first and while he was distracted filming a crab around the corner I plunked down in the sand and pulled my short off.... Until I got to my fins where they became rather firmly stuck.
Realizing that my plan had gone astray I began to try to return my shorts to their proper place. Unfortunately, I had my flashlight on my wrist and it was doing its best to get in my way. And then Richard came back around the corner and shined his flashlight on me. (Affectionately renamed "The Hand of God".) Now I had to attempt to cover myself with one hand, recover my shorts, and put up with Richard laughing in hysterics for some reason. I was expecting more people to show up before I got my shorts fixed, but fortunately that did not happen. We have yet to see if Richard successfully show video of my struggles.
I was planning on writing a moral of the story, but it really doesn't seem necessary.