If someone had told me that the greatest night of my life would be the night that I sucked Corinne Tyler’s breasts in public on a rainy Thursday in New York, I would have thought they were insane. But here I am. Here she is. The same woman who I watched trounce men in law school classrooms and blow opponents out of the water in every business school case competition she entered. The same woman from whom I once considered stealing a laptop in college, because I was so sure that she was going to beat me for valedictorian. Here she is. And I can’t get enough of her.
