There are weekends, and then there are weekends.
Labor Day Weekend, 2011, NYC.
Somewhere on the Lower East. Four or five Mojitos in hurricane glasses in (mmmmm, Mojitos). Somehow the conversation was on bra size, and the three people I was with (two lesbians and a straight man, mind you) were baffled that I am D cup.
I'm wearing a super cute halter top I bought at a boutique in July. Point, I'm wearing a strapless bra. What do I do?
Take my bra off without removing my shirt. Three people were speechless. One, more than the rest, as she then played with my bra. It ended up in my handbag as we wandered for another bar with booze.
Sunday I woke up and reached to shut the alarm on my phone, which was in my handbag. Imagine my laughter as I pulled out my bra.
