Interstellar Adventures

June 21, 2007

I think I’ll burn my bra

Filed under: Interstellar Travel,It's Me, Lass — by InterstellarLass @ 7:43 pm

But not for feministic reasons. But rather because it smells like it was put in a smokebox. And it was. We went to a local bar last night. Paid our $1 membership fee. Had to fill out a form to get it too. I thought it was maybe for Homeland Security. But it’s just to buy beer. The membership will probably be used again the next time I come out here.

After a mediocre dinner where my steak came with the post that said M RARE but was actually cooked WELL, we went to play some foosball. I’m not a talent at such bar games, but I managed to hold my own for awhile and my partner and I won at least 1 game. At least I didn’t have to hold my head in shame.

By 11 pm I was toast, having still not recovered my drinkin legs after the debauchery of the previous week. Today was a full day, and I needed my beauty sleep. This morning I checked my upper-half undergarment and immediately put it in the bottom of the plastic laundry bag, and topped it with my outfit from last night. Fortunately I thought to bring a spare holder for the twins, and we managed not to go out tonight, so I’ll be in the clear tomorrow.

My first ride here on the commuter jet was a little sketchy at parts. My ears still hurt from the noise. And the fact that the pressurized cabin was just pressurized enough to sustain life. I was popping my ears every five minutes. And that not-so-brief segment of turbulence nearly caused me to lose my venti latte. Hopefully the ride home tomorrow is a bit more smooth, especially since the plane is full.


  1. All you told me was that you went out last week, you didn’t mention there was
    debauchery. Lucy…!!!

    Comment by talesfromthebottomoftheglass — June 22, 2007 @ 8:07 am |Reply

  2. The ‘debauchery’ mention quietly slips by!

    Comment by Jean-Luc Picard — June 22, 2007 @ 11:44 am |Reply

  3. Ah… commuter jet memories. Nope, don’t miss ’em.

    Smart to have a “spare holder for the twins”. I never travel without a spare. If I ever have to burn one though, it would only do as kindling.

    Comment by AbbyNormal — June 22, 2007 @ 1:39 pm |Reply

  4. EW! I hate the smell of clothes after a night at a bar. It’s gross! Now next time you decide to burn your bra, you’ll have to come to my house. That’s exactly what happened at my graduation party. There we were round the fire pit in the backyard and off came a bra (not mine!) and into the fire pit it went. Another was soon to follow. So, there sat two bear breasted women round the fire pit eating blue cheese cole slaw. And, I know you’ll find this hard to believe, I was not one of the bare breasted. I’m not much for gettin naked. I’d much rather sit back and take pictures!

    Comment by carnealian — June 23, 2007 @ 8:45 pm |Reply

  5. That smoke smell is awful. Hate it!

    Comment by Gypsy — June 25, 2007 @ 11:55 am |Reply

  6. Ugh, I hate a smoke smelling bra! It’s so gross! It’s amazing how horrible the smell of smoke can be.

    Comment by Jolynn — June 26, 2007 @ 8:35 am |Reply

  7. Well, I’m just glad you didn’t lose your Venti Latte!

    Comment by raehan — June 26, 2007 @ 3:22 pm |Reply

  8. Carnealian:

    And those pictures would be located………?

    Comment by Barry — June 27, 2007 @ 8:20 am |Reply

  9. why don’t you place your smelly bra in your blog, i will comment on its looks like as well.

    Comment by ferdy — June 28, 2007 @ 10:25 am |Reply

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