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Friday, August 26, 2005
I see London, I see France
Airy sundress & strappy sandals + hurrying along a sidewalk grating with underground train whizzing at full speed right underneath me = mortification on too many fuckin' levels to truly comprehend.Having cab drivers, street vendors and passers-by on the corner of Chambers Street & West Broadway get up close and personal with the cut and color of my thong was never on my list of things to do before I clock out, but I guess now I can cross it off now everyone's seen my Lower Manhattan.
Another platinum hit added to the "how many whiskey sours can I throw back before this shit becomes a hazy recollection?" playlist of my life.
Alas, even in the face of utter embarrassment - there's always a silver lining. At least it didn't happen during my bikini wax offseason.
link | Shot from the lip by TriniPrincess at 3:51 PM |
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