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6.30.2005

The New Phrenology.

Something Funny Happened On the Way to the Theatre . . .

Yesterday, I went to meet Betsey and Patrick to see an off-Broadway show about a family band that is really a family and a band. It's called Cecilia in the Living Room and it was a great show.

I walked to the theatre because it is only 15 blocks from my apartment. At the beginning of the walk, there was a light mist falling that turned into an all-out rain within 7 blocks. Needless to say, I got a wee bit dampened.

For those of you who don't know me, I almost never wear a bra. On me, a bra is usually just an exercise in futility. However, I can see where they might come in handy, because my shirt yesterday became rather clingy with all the dampness abounding. However, it never occured to me just how revealing bra-less-ness can be . . .

As I dashed the last couple of blocks to meet my friends, a couple came walking towards me on the sidewalk. The man was in a suit and tie and looked to be in his mid to late 40's. He had his arm cuffed around the woman's neck like she was holding him up for support.

The man looked directly at my boob-al area, pointed his finger sternly at me and declared loudly,


"She's a liberal!"




damn your eyes . . .

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