March 18, 2001
Excuse me, but is that a nipple in your Guinness Stew?
The third annual St. Patrick’s Day party has come to an end and as usual, it was a success.
The only casualty of the night was my left nipple. As I was stirring the Guinness stew, my breast brushed against the pot and my nipple was scorched. Worry not; it’s fine, it’s just a bit redder than usual.
However, the folklore that usually accompanies a story like this grew and grew…by the end of the evening, rumors were circulating that my nipple was actually found floating and was mistakenly eaten and spit out across the room. The man I was dating at the time actually came over to squeeze my boob and nipple JUST to be certain it was only a tale. Or at least that’s what he told me.
The best part of the night was as my core group of friends crowded around the kitchen table and we laughed about the fact that despite M being 32 – she still feels the need to put brownies in her teeth and smile.
We were also surprised by J’s date for the evening. Who knew that the action figure “The Rock” could be such an intimidating character?
So the evening ended, the party was a success and my nipple is healing.
Can’t wait till next year.