I’m receiving reports from my Boob Czar in New York that with a classic bell jar weather pattern forming, tomorrow is shaping up to be Boob Day 2009 – and on the exact one-year anniversary of Boob Day 2008*. Someone call the Farmer’s Almanac, because you could time your crops by this, people!
So even though I’ll be enjoying the perks of Miami this weekend – massages, meals, cocktails and an endless parade of kinky sexual activities – I would trade it all ALL OF IT (except the kinky sex) for the chance to celebrate Boob Day with my fellow New Yorkers.
Gather round and let’s end with the Boob Day motto: Boob Day, give us the grace to accept the cleavage that is on full display, the courage to stare at the cleavage that isn’t, and the wisdom to not really notice the difference. Hip hip hooray for Boob Day. Good talk.
* Ladies, I would like to apologize for the fact that there is no complementary holiday for women, but I can’t because the idea of Penis Day or, God help us, Sack Day sounds more like the plot of a C-grade outer space horror film than a celebratory occasion. Besides, boobs are fun for everyone. Stop being selfish and accept it.
SEXY UPDATE: My Boob Czar notes that low temperatures could make for nippy nights. My Boob Czar is total ZING.