Memories In Leather Pants
My co-worker Joann gave me these leather pants in 2005, I think. she used to wear them clubbing, shirtless, with Felix the Cat pasties over her nipples. I never did that.
My favorite memory of wearing the leather pants was at a club with a scary bouncer, watching J. play bass with his band, when I suddenly remembered I left a candle burning in my living room. Danger! I got to the door and asked the bouncer if I could get back in later, because I left a candle burning. The scary bouncer: "Yes! Go, girl, go, you gotta put that sh*t out! I'll be here, no worries!" Then he was my favorite bouncer. I think he remembered me by the leather pants.
Another favorite leather pants memory, also with J. at a club, where we ran into the sister of his recent ex-girlfriend. I may have also been wearing a top that showed some cleavage? The sister was nice to me in that "Who the hell are you, sl*t?" way that girls can do. Ha. I am hardly ever the evil other woman in leather pants! That was fun!
I don't have very many memories of my leather pants because it's pretty hot in San Antonio year round; there is a very small window where you can actually wear them comfortably. Truthiness: I can't zip them up now, but my goal is to get back into the leather pants so I can have some new adventures! The only bad thing about the leather pants is that they basically erase your booty, but I'm willing to part with it for a night.
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Felix the cat pasties? I gotta know.....