Going through my closet last week I came across this dress. I had forgotten all about this little gem! I had faint memories of not wearing it for a specific reason, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Excited by the rediscovery, I changed out of what I was wearing and wore it to dinner that night.
After the 7th time Danny saw my boobs that night, (and the 8th time our waiter saw them) it all came rushing back to me......This dress doesn't stay on.
At least now I know....don't wear this dress. Also, don't return to The Smith and Wollensky on Westheimer, per the request of the Manager. (He saw my boobs too.)