"Hola? I heard that Kylie was back in the country...is it true? IS IT?!"
Last night we had drinks at good ol Opera Bar for two reasons: to celebrate Laura's 23rd bday, and to say "oh hi Kylie, how's it goin?". WOOOOOO what a great night! The reunion, lots of tasty champagne, spectacular lightning show over the harbour, pancakes at the rocks and then DANCING UP A STORM IN GAY BARS. Tim, Kylie and I cabbed it to Oxford street where we were promptly barred from not one but two prominent gay bars. The first because Kylie's photocopy of her passport was insufficient evidence of her being of legal drinking age, and the second because we were not 'members' of the place...with us feeling slightly dejected, and with tim questioning the legitimacy of his homosexuality, we decided to go to SPECTRUM cos it was literally the closest non gay bar. Entertainment at S tonight was three dudes on stage drawing...with everyone else nervously watching and tapping their feet to the songs. ODD.
Then we went to the Midnight Shift and danced there for hours amongst the dirty older shirtless men, with a few unattractive Peter Pantslesses gyrating their crotches right at eye height of anyone on the dancefloor. Not pretty, no, but FUN.
Got home about 7am. WELCOME BACK KOYLEEEE!
I need a haircut.
1 comment:
This was an awesome night! And as usual we were HOT on the dancefloor (of course until you wake up the next morning and realise you may have been a fool).
GOOO CHEEKY MONKEYS!!
Post a Comment