I put on my best "I'm going to watch a sailboat race" outfit and then we jumped on the scooter to head downtown.
Unfortunately the race didn't happen due to lack of wind, and I almost got into a verbal fight with a nasty woman at brunch who stole our table... brunch fights, am I right ladies? But it was a great morning never the less.
Anyway, a couple of hours later we're headed home, cruising down Michigan avenue and I'm looking around with a happy ass grin on my face thinking how much I love Chicago in the summer. Tourists are everywhere and Michigan ave is packed, as it always is on a summer weekend. I notice that a few people are staring at me, I assume it's because I look so damn cool on our blue Vespa.
Two really hip women cross the street in front of us and one of them gives me a thumbs up. Damn, I must look super hipster today, I think to myself. The lady had a half shaved head, so you know she is cool.
A couple more people hoot. Kids are even starting to point at me, presumably showing their parents how great I look.
I'm feeling unstoppable at this point. I clearly have it going on today. The wind is blowing in my hair, people are staring at how cool I am, what a day to be alive!
Then out of nowhere a college bro in a neon tank top yells, "TITTY!"
And I realize I'm not just feeling the breeze through my hair as we scoot down the busiest street in Chicago. I'm feeling it in my chestal area, as well. My left side to be specific.
The delicate little string, on the delicate little dress, had broken at some point and the left flap was free falling. And no, I was not wearing a bra. I was unintentionally freeing the nipple for God knows how long.
One block? Two? Three? I don't know.
Now I am all for women freeing the nipple if that's your prerogative. For me personally, it's not my prerogative. I am quite modest and am very okay keeping my nipples to myself. I was almost too modest to even share this photo, but my mom is sitting beside me as I write this and she says it's okay. *my mom is not modest.
So on that one summer day in 2016, (which happened to be the same day the World Naked Bike Ride rode through Chicago) I participated in my very own naked scooter ride.
And that's my story today. Have you ever freed your nip? Do tell!