October 31, 2010 § 1 Comment
Halloween is my yearly excuse to crayon on some black eye pencil. Squeezing myself into my NY bargain Elizabeth and James net-backed dress and my Ann D wedges I stomped out to meet Rebecca and Ali at The Oak where we looked like some bird from The Matrix having drinks with Wednesday and Morticia Adams. Ended up at Ditch House via Tinaween where still in full ‘look’ (Rebecca’s being TOTAL full length.. meaning with a TRAIN… McQUEEN thank-you with THE best wig ever) we were asked to dance by a super drunk although rather good looking Frenchman. Giving up and floundering back to Dad-Dance, the arms of his pale blue sweater waiving desperately around his waist he was replaced by his Dutch friend who started his conversation with me thus: ‘My friend is too drunk to pay you any attention although I know he wants to… he is drunk and silly to have gone back to dance as now I am going to try!’
Did someone shout SHARK?
He then continued to compliment me on everything from my goth-panda eyes to my hips (??) and finished off by complimenting himself on the size of his manhood.
Did someone shout TAXI?
Stifling laughter I headed to Hot Boys Dancing Spot to well, do what it says on the tin.
Oh and the club stamp was…. a drawn on penis.
By the way did you notice the manicure AND the new phone cover?
Thank you Sid and Lilian for gifting xxxx