It started innocuously, or at least innocuously for me in Brooklyn on a Thursday night, anyway - The Count and I were catching a Wasabassco show at The Way Station when the first performer lost a pastie (pasty? I've never had to singularize the word.) to an overenthusiastic twirl. I chuckled at the mishap, as did many of the patrons.
But then I realized the potential of the situation. A chance at an unlikely occasion, a possibility to relive a moment I'd only seen on Arrested Development. And sure enough, three performances and an intermission later, I was able to turn to my compatriot and say, in all seriousness and truth:
"That's the seventh nipple I've seen today."
Because let's face it. It's the little things in life.
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