The weekend started quite properly, a large crowd gathered at Karl’s for chilli and Ab Fab. Which was funnier than the last one, I was out of there at midnight and home to bed because I was working on Saturday.
After a day of dealing with Ab Fab clones, I was in the showroom this Saturday I headed home for a power nap and then headed up to “Love Muscle”. I was disappointed to be honest, and it was their birthday celebration. My highlight was trying to write my e-mail address on to a form on the way out, did you know that ketamine seriously impairs your eye hand co-ordination. I wont be expecting any mail from the lovely Yvette any time soon.
Feeling unfulfilled (as you do) we decided to start all over again (as you do) and headed off to Trade (as you do). I hate Trade usually but Adrian pointed out the fabulous laser light on the main dance floor and I spent about 5 hours trying to catch laser beams (as you do) I don’t know where I got the energy from???
By this stage it was lunchtime on Sunday, we staggered into the light and were set upon by what seemed like hundreds of taxi drivers. Wayne assured them unsteadily that they need not bother as his father was collecting us. This confused them all since he is almost 40 and when Rob & Cliff arrived to pick us up (such good friends), they looked 10 years younger than us.
Just time then for a quick whores bath and a new outfit and it was off to the RVT, Dame Edna is just a trannie that can’t hold her acid methinks, although it was very amusing at first, I spent most of the show outside getting some much needed air. We left early and I slept very well (wonder why)
I have come to the conclusion, I have a party animal problem and should seek help. Enough already. I need a break.
Ian in his SA rugby jersey, very fetching….
The remix of “Positive Role Model”
Wayne and Chris debuting on the central shelf to thunderous applause. So much cuter than the usual podium dancer (village idiot) with his too baggy jeans.