The best thing EVER happened this past Saturday: Sis-T ate shrimp! So for the past 15 years(?) Sis-T's entire life(?) I don't even know, but for a long time, Sis-T has declared that she is allergic to shellfish. That's great, but none of us believed her because our mom is also allergic to shellfish (like legitimately allergic - her face swells up and stuff) and Sis-T wants to be just like our mom.
Anyway, we were sure this "allergy" was all in Sis-T's head. Sure, she had a mildly convincing "I get explosive diarrhea when I eat shellfish" argument. I mean, none of us questioned the explosive diarrhea part (and none of us will ever forget the time she almost pooped in her pants - which were actually mine - after tasting some "lobster-tainted butter"). But still, we hadn't ever actually seen her eat a shrimp and then have a reaction.
Until last Saturday! Every year after the Santa Barbara to King Harbor Race, there is a big party at our yacht club called the Shrimp Feed. Basically, you get a whole bunch of uber-delicious shrimp and beer and it's delightful. I pretty much look forward to it all year. And Sis-T pretty much complains about having to go every year.
Until now! For some reason, Sis-T's bf, J, and I decided to convince her that she should test her allergy and try some shrimp. I figured it was a long shot, because Sis-T doesn't eat any kind of fish except for canned tuna. I'm not sure if it was the 2 G&T's she had or what, but Sis-T went for it and she had the best reaction ever!! I think it went something like, "yumm yummm" while she licked her lips with joy. She actually liked it! She even wanted more! And then to top it off, she didn't get sick afterwards (HA! J and I know that she wanted to be sick so badly just to prove that she hadn't made up an allergy and then gotten people to believe her for like 15 years).
This breakthrough has opened up Sis-T's world. Think of all the delicious shrimp dishes she can eat now! J was beside himself with anticipation of all the shrimp meals in their future: "There's shrimp scampi and shrimp cocktail!" Sis-T's response was, "I've always wanted to try those mini shrimp. I like the looks of those." YES!
All this talk of shrimp reminds me of Quasimodo, my pet shrimp who died tragically about a year ago. I miss the little guy.
And that pretty much sums up my weekend. Really, this weekend was boobalicious. On Saturday night, a bunch of us went to a bar in downtown LA called Bordello for sis-E’s birthday. We had ventured all the way out to downtown to see The Devil’s Playground, a burlesque group that one of sis-E’s friends, H, is close with (and, of course, to celebrate a quarter century of sis-E). So, of course, we had to dress up for the occasion; the theme of the night was fetish. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but when H and sis-E whipped out some sassy corsets, I knew I needed to step up my game in order to hang. Luckily, my mom had my back and ran upstairs to lend me a bustier and some sexy heels (yeah, I know. It’s kind of hilarious/gross that my mom has super sexy clothing that she’s willing to lend to her daughter so that I can slut it up at a burlesque show). I paired these with a pencil skirt and a long string of pearls and I was ready to go.
The show was fabulous! Really, it was so well done. The women of the Devil’s Playground are true entertainers. I think I even learned a couple of things. Like how to look uber hot while putting on stockings. Or taking them off. And, of course, in theme with my weekend, the breasts were flowing aplenty. I had no idea pasties came in so many different colors. With so many bells and whistles! The highlight was when the “army fetish” girl attached sparklers to her pasties for a true finale.
ey both have huge racks. Like HUGE. I’m the less endowed sister and my family never ceases to remind me of this fact. Except for last night. Somehow, by some freak of nature, I was showing too much cleavage (through my tank top, long sleeved shirt, and fleece) and my brother pointed it out to my sister who then made a big deal about it. My family literally laughed about this for five minutes. With Grandma and Grandpa. Rather than being embarrassed, I recognized that this might be the only time in my life that someone complains that my boobs are too big and I decided to bask in the moment. Which made us all laugh more (and probably made Grandma and Grandpa a little uncomfortable).