Hell to the yes.
It appears the stars have aligned and pigs are flying. Also: Cats and dogs are raining all over the place.
After going into full assault mode on bathing attire search and doing something I NEVER do (which is ordering $300 worth of stuff with every intention to mail 80% of it back), I found a bathing suit. Conveniently from the same people who made my latest most fantastic piece of lingerie.
Here is the top:
It looks pretty damn awesome. The bottom is, naturally, on BACK ORDER. FAIL, but I will deal. Worst case I order a black bottom from Victoria’s Secret…although the bottom should arrive in the next 2-3 weeks and I am not leaving until June 4. So high hopes I will get the bottoms (I might also find them online at a different store if I have to).
Unrelated, last weekend I volunteered at the annual fundraiser for the Boston Gay Men’s Choir. Possums, if you live in Boston and you have never seen this fantastic group of people perform, get your possum tails there. Their Gay Pride week DIVA concert should be fantastic and their Christmas performance has become a tradition for me.
My favorite line of the night:
“Don’t tell a bunch of drag nuns to show up at 6:30. They will never be on time.”
“OH! Three bears approaching the table. I LIKEY.”
My favorite basket among many: ” I wish I had a pussy” basket.