I once bought pasties from a burlesque dancer during a blizzard. My friend Patrick was visiting from New York and we walked the skyways across the entire city to the only bar we could get into without IDs. Pat left his at Bryant Lake Bowl, where we had breakfast, which may tell you something about the quality of bar.
We ended up at a burlesque show in the middle of the night—you have to understand that Patrick is the variety of friend with whom you think you’re going for a cup of coffee and the next thing you know you wake up in Tijuana with a splitting headache and someone else’s underwear on your head. We met the dancers back stage after. This is where I bought red pasties handmade by CC, and had a lesson on nipple size and how to make the tassels swing, though I gave the pasties to my friend for her wedding. So I didn't get to put my swinging-expertise to good use, but what a great wedding gift.
Two years later I started dating S.A., and somehow through conversation figured out that CC lives in the apartment upstairs from him with her partner, N. They’re lovely friendly neighbors. CC leaves fliers for her shows under the door, and she shares her gardening soil with S.A. and lends me her parking spot sometimes. Once, when she and N were having a spat, she came down for a pep talk. They’re nice folks.
Sunday was the Gay Pride parade, and CC’s burlesque group had a very classy float. CC is expecting now, but only has a tiny little bump you’d never notice, and her attire was fitting for the venue (there were many families and children at the event). So we hollered for her and cheered.
We’re looking forward to babysitting. The couple that live below S.A.’s apartment are also expecting. Come to think of it, we’re the only ones in his wing that aren’t pregnant or recently made parents. S.A. and I wonder what the hell’s in the water in his building. Yikes.
We ended up at a burlesque show in the middle of the night—you have to understand that Patrick is the variety of friend with whom you think you’re going for a cup of coffee and the next thing you know you wake up in Tijuana with a splitting headache and someone else’s underwear on your head. We met the dancers back stage after. This is where I bought red pasties handmade by CC, and had a lesson on nipple size and how to make the tassels swing, though I gave the pasties to my friend for her wedding. So I didn't get to put my swinging-expertise to good use, but what a great wedding gift.
Two years later I started dating S.A., and somehow through conversation figured out that CC lives in the apartment upstairs from him with her partner, N. They’re lovely friendly neighbors. CC leaves fliers for her shows under the door, and she shares her gardening soil with S.A. and lends me her parking spot sometimes. Once, when she and N were having a spat, she came down for a pep talk. They’re nice folks.
Sunday was the Gay Pride parade, and CC’s burlesque group had a very classy float. CC is expecting now, but only has a tiny little bump you’d never notice, and her attire was fitting for the venue (there were many families and children at the event). So we hollered for her and cheered.
We’re looking forward to babysitting. The couple that live below S.A.’s apartment are also expecting. Come to think of it, we’re the only ones in his wing that aren’t pregnant or recently made parents. S.A. and I wonder what the hell’s in the water in his building. Yikes.
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It's BREEDING WATER! Don't drink it!
I'm not certain, but I think this is the first blog post I have ever read that started out, "I once bought pasties from a burlesque dancer during a blizzard".
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