08.09.09
Make the SAGE frolic, and the serious smile.
Jeff and I attended and helped host one of the local fundraisers for SAGE (Service and Advocacy for GLBT Elders) last night. To be honest, I didn’t quite understand what “hosting” meant since we weren’t having it at our house but came to find out about half-way through the party that hosting meant we were supposed to give out our “list” being a list of names of contacts to help add to the head count. We didn’t know know anyone that wasn’t already invited or at the party so we kind of sucked on the hosting bit but it was a good party and I’m a member of SAGE now…at 39…which trumps getting the first AARP magazine at 50. So there is that.
But the funny part of the evening was when a friend who was also hosting came up to me after the speech part of the party and said, “It’s all well and good to be here trying to raise money for a good cause but I couldn’t stop looking at your nipples the whole time I was standing up there speaking.”
Apparently my nipples are now so constantly erect that unless I wear an under-shirt or put Band-aids® on them, I look like I’m standing in an Arctic wind during frost-bite season. In the pro column, It’s a ice-breaker.
August 10, 2009 at 8:40 am
I am similarly afflicted with the seemingly perma-frosted nipples, but mine don’t seem as…errmmmm….pronounced as yours. I guess it’s the price you pay for being so pectacular.
August 17, 2009 at 7:12 pm
An ice breaker… or an ice cutter?
August 26, 2009 at 3:51 pm
Inquiring minds want to know the source of this constant state of attention in your pectoral region.
September 28, 2009 at 10:20 am
All hail, Caesar! All hail your nipples! http://twitpic.com/bbaf2