The Education of Reese, Part 2

Man. Some hangovers feel like they last forever. Mine lasted way into late this afternoon. I am only now starting to feel like my usual self.

Friday night, I went out with a friend's friends to the Gladstone Hotel for their infamous karaoke night. We were originally going to out to Babylon, a gay lounge downtown where they make the world's best and biggest martinis, but the plans switched much to my dismay. [Author's Note: Don't you hate when that happens? I was so looking forward to it too. :( ]

Anyhow, my tolerance level for that night was shockingly low. For me. A petite Asian chick. I had 2 rum and cokes, and 2 Smirnoff Triple Blacks. It was odd. I must have been very tired. I became loudly belligerent which most likely was attributed to the alcohol and lack of sleep, but the official record states that it was due to the quintet of drunk fratboys singing "Step by Step" by New Kids on the Block on stage. In my gregarious state, I started bragging to the males at the table that I could undo a woman's bra faster than most of them could. So of course, a showdown was called for. I bested every single guy at that table. I mean, it makes sense. I know how bras work. I wear them everyday. [Well, not everyday. Sometimes the girls like a little freedom, ya know?]

So I was feeling a little cocky (no pun intended). Then these two girls, wanted in on the competition. So I said "Go for it." Next thing you know, this straight chick just reached right over and popped my bra off in one second flat! The other girl had a little more difficulty, but she still boasted, "... and that was with my left hand!" I was shamed. My ego was taken down several notches. I attempted to recover by going another couple of rounds, but performance anxiety got in the way. I have lost my title belt.

I was very upset for the rest of the night.

My question to you is: "How good are you at one-handed bra removal?"

My second question is: "You wanna practice? Cause I could use the volunteers." heh heh