fear the power of my breasts!

A couple of weeks ago, I went to a conference in Vegas with a few coworkers. One of those nights, we were going for a nice dinner and to go see Cirque de Soleil 'KA', so I got dressed up "Vegas style" — tight black velvet tanktop with sequins and support in all the right places, showing lots of cleavage, you know, the works.

As we were walking home along the strip, out of the corner of my eye I saw an obviously drunk man moving out and around us on the left, staring intently at my chest. I was talking to my coworker, so I just pretended I didn't notice. Drunk guy was so focused on getting a good look that he didn't notice the wavy nine inch tall wall around the flowerbed undulating back out into the sidewalk. He tripped over the wall and fell right smack into the bushes. I caught all of this out of the corner of my eye, and no one else noticed, so I had to have a good silent chuckle to myself.