Embarrassment has a short shelf life. The story you get out of it lasts way longer.

That feeling is enormous and has almost no half life. What lands like a permanent mark on your record is, for everyone else in that room, gone by Thursday, because they are all busy replaying their own version. What stays behind is the material. Bad moments turn into the stories you are still getting mileage out of years later.

Speed that up on purpose. Tell one of yours first, out loud, before anybody else can, and watch the weight turn into a bit.