If you’ve been keeping up with this blog, you know that for the past couple of weeks I’ve been trying to persuade one of my readers to wear a tube top. For a long time, my persuasion was unsuccessful. All I got was a ton of “I’m too pasty” excuses, and a black T-shirt. A black T-shirt with a pocket.
Well, yesterday morning the text notification went off on my iPhone and I found this:
It’s a start, but the work is not complete. Kelly came up to the Blind Bear much later in the day, where I was having a PBR. She had on the tube top, and I give her props for that – I didn’t think she’d wear it out in public. However, she’s not yet a tube top superstar. A tube top superstar is the embodiment of all things tube top, the essence of tubetopness. She just isn’t there yet. I sensed discomfort with having a tube top on, and she’ll have to work on that. Fortunately, her bestie Beth is a legit tube top superstar and hopefully can serve as a mentor to Kelly.
Perhaps Kelly will attain the rank of superstar by the 25th, when Tube Top Month officially begins. We shall see.