Considering all the attention that the column drew earlier this month, it is entirely my fault for not following up sooner on the Fat Tuesday boob job story.
I just assumed some lucky lady won. Story complete. I’d moved on.
Not just yet …
The winner was Andy Thompson. A guy.
“Well, I’m not sexist — that proves that, right?” declares bar owner Ted Challenger, the man behind the promotion.
What I failed to remember is that the $3,000 breast augmentation was a door prize, meaning that everyone who went to China Blue, Dirty Little Roddy’s or Main Street Bistro received a ticket to be entered into the drawing. Even men.
I can see it now on Craiglist: “Free breast implants. Will trade.”
Hairy-chested winner or not, Challenger seems pleased enough with the result. Business boomed on Fat Tuesday, he says.
However, don’t expect another breast-implant promotion next year, he says. It would be too predictable.
“I just mix it up,” he says. “You gotta shock ‘em.”
Shock ‘em? That’s Mr. Thompson’s territory — at least if he decides to pull a Marilyn Manson.
Not presentable for his girlfriend then?