Weekend recap time!
It was a pretty stinking hot weekend here in Sydney this past weekend. Saturday in particular was oppressively hot. After being weighed and processed at Fat Fighters* early on Saturday morning (2Kg down so far, take that love handles!) I spent the rest of the day with my friend Judy helping her plan, pattern and fit an Italian Renaissance gown for herself.
If you've read this blog for a while, and especially if you've read my 100 Things post, you might know that I'm a man who knows his way around a sewing machine. I trained as a milliner and have done lots of costuming work for myself and others in the past. I'm also a top class embroiderer.
Despite that, I'm quite the butchness, yo. :-)
Anyhoo, so Saturday was productive and I fitted a mock up of the bodice on Judy and we planned out the rest of her costume. By late afternoon the heat was too much so I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in my little house forming a loving bond with my airconditioner and DVD player. This is a relationship made to last.
Sunday I had an invite to a birthday party for my friend Andrew at his home at Blackheath, in the Blue Mountains. Andrew attends the same Buddhist centre I do, and purely by coincidemce is also the graphic designer for the publication that my work produces each year. A friend of Andrew's, Mark, kindly picked myself and another friend up and gave us a lift to Blacheath, about an hour and a half out of Sydney. It was a lovely afternoon of eating Andrew's delicious food (don't tell Fat Fighters) and meeting new people, and we headed back to Sydney in the late afternoon.
Yesterday was also Fair Day, one of the events that celebrates the start of the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras season. I missed it because I was up in the mountains, but I decided to swing by The Newtown Hotel to see if Brendan and the A List Gays were having our usual Sunday late afternoon drinkie poos. Given that Fair Day is just up the road from my neighbourhood, The Newtown looked like every single 'mo in Sydney was in there. It was wall to wall beef. If the boys were there I couldn't find them, so I headed home and hung out with Bodhi for a while, watched some of the Winter Olympics, and then went to bed early, being able to look back over the weekend and say "we all had a lovely time".
* Of course I jest, this is the real Fat Fighters.
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Ahhhhh, that explains it. You stood the lovely Mikey and I (and his yummy dinner (the boy can cook) and aircon) up for DVD's and and aircon on Saturday night......
we feel so unloved now :-)
Glad to hear you are still shedding the weight (and enjoying fine foods)
Miss E, I knew you were catching up with Mikey but I didn't know I was invited as well! :-( My phone was out of order all weekend, Telstra are coming out to fix it today. The line was just dead, and if you rang my house it just went straight to voicemail. Pain in the ass. No internet all weekend either.
Yes, we had a most pleasant evening. Nevermind, next time. Food was only a throw together nicoise salad really. And I even had to use... shudder... canned tuna!
yes, but even with the canned tuna it was delightful.
Yes we must all get together soon.
Andrew, don't feel bad, you know there is always a standing invite to come breath in the fresh country air here :-)
Next time then. I'm sure it was top shelf tuna. Not just any tuna sweetie, but the bloody beluga caviar of tuna!
Well, along with The Flinstones, I had a gay ole time this weekend.
Friday night was spent with a .... ummmmm ... well, I might just leave that up to your collective imaginations.
On Saturday I went to not just one, but two AA meetings at my new Rainbow Recovery homegroup located in the inner-city gaybourhood of Surry Hills. If you can't tell by the name already, they are GLBT (gay, lesbian, bi, trans-gender) meetings. It was nice talkin to some of the regulars who I am now starting to form friendships with, along with some of the newbies (and if some of them happen to be young and cute, thats not a bad thing, right?)
In between meetings, I shopped in the inner city, and the very centre of the gayverse in Sydney that is Oxford Street. Bought a cute Japanese inspired lamp for one's boudoir at a darling new homewares shop in World Square called Valentino's. And bought cute official Mardi Gras 2006 merchandise in Oxford Street.
Dog Tags no less, soooooo butch.
Also, might have scored some action on Oxford Street as well, but for once I might refrain from repeating it all here (I know, I know, where the hell did that come from?)
Saturday evening I picked up The Kid, and we headed back to my place. Calling in at Burgerlicious in King Street, Newtown on the way home for dinner. Yummy veggie burgers were eaten and extremely cute Californian dude with sexy accent sitting directly across from us purved upon by both of us. Tearing ourselves away from said hottie, we eventually made it home and spent night in watching repeats of Queer as Folk on DVD till almost midnight.
Sunday, Ashley and I headed out to Mardi Gras Fair Day, meeting up with one of her schoolfriend twinks (he's 19) by the name of Ferris. Armed with our Pride rainbow umbrella's to keep the opressive heat at bay, we all sashayed through said Fair, looking at stalls and drooling at hotties. Much naked skin to be be seen, opressive heat was indeed therefore not all bad.
Also met up briefly with another schoolfriend of The Kid's by the name of 'Braddles' (Bradley - who is 18). Screaming little Queen, cute as a button; Loved him! He recently had his nipple pierced and was happy to show us. Awwwwwwwwww.
I know, I know. The Kid is such a twink-magnet fag hag.
I'm so proud! (*sniff*).
Back home to see The Kid picked up. Cranked up air-con before TOA arrived home. Watched a number of hotties on TV in a thing called the Winter Olympic's. Not sure what thats all about, but the main reason for it all seems to be some kind of fashion test for lycra and stretch fabrics in winter conditions. Hey, with some of those models, it was workin' for moi.
And so, thus ended Bodhi's Big Gay Weekend.
Have I mentioned how much I LOVE it when you guys get me up to speed? Never more so than when your hands are particularly expository.
Notice how Bodes doesn't even give a pretence of commenting on my posts anymore? Sorry, who's blog is this?...
;-P
I mean, "whose" not "who's"... call the grammar police!
I always assume it's that "Queen's English" thing. ;-)
This particular queen's English is the issue I think.
Notice how Bodes doesn't even give a pretence of commenting on my posts anymore?
So, enough about me already. Lets talk about you, m'kay?
So, what do you think about me?
;-)
::blink::
See? See what I have to contend with?
;-P
Miss E, I'll take you up sometime on the invite to breathe some fresh country air! See all the sick animals. I can still get an espresso and biscotti in your neck of the woods, right? I mean, I wouldn't have to rough it?
:-)
Hope it won't be too hot when we come down - we'll be there on Thursday night! *excited* :)
I think we've got a current forecast of about 3 or 4 days of rain... but the long range forecasts are so unpredictable at this time of year. The temprature is still going to be around mid twenties and above.
Are you booked solid while you are here? I could show you the sights and sounds of Newtown one night, if you have any free time.
Andrew, if I have to I will borrow some new hip machine from one of my coffee drinker friends for you. Tea we can do in a million and ten ways here. May have to travel a bit for the really good stuff but I am sure you can cope with a bit of roughing :-) What is life for if not a bit of adventure!
Miss E, of course I jest! I can 'make do' with a French Press and organic, free range, late pick, hand roasted (each bean individually) highland New Guinea coffee. If I must.
nummy Blackheath! it's so nice up there isn't it? MrM-T used to live up there. he did some courses at that funky Buddhist retreat up there a while back before we met.
btw there's nothing wrong with tinned tuna you snobs :) it's just a completely different creature from the real thing...
congrats on the weight loss my deah! I'm feeling quite pleased that I've only put on 3kg with the dinghy. we can celebrate by not getting completely smashed one night ;)
Thanks Andrew :) It's pretty solid. We get there on Thursday night, and we have Friday all day and night. Then Saturday morning only because we have to go to a wedding in the arvo and night. Then Sunday day, depending on when we decide to head home. :)
Are there any "must see nightclubs" on Oxford Street you recommend? We are clubbing on Thursday and Friday night ... and might even do it again on Saturday night if the reception finishes early. :P
Speedy, if Mr Manly Thighs went to a retreat centre near Blackheath it was probably the Vajrasattva Mountain Retreat Centre which is affiliated with the centre I go to in Newtown. In fact the director and some of the other people involved in that centre were at the party on Sunday. Small world eh?
Thanks about the weight loss. 3Kg on is pretty good considering your preggers isn't it? I know not of such things.
Sunshine, I haven't been out on Oxford St in forever. I stay in Newtown, which is the 2nd Ghetto and a friendlier, less frentic scene than Oxford St. ARQ used to be considered the biggest and best nightclub, and I'm sure it's still very popular. Maybe try upstairs at the Midnight Shift.
Thanks. :) Midnight Shift ... hmm ... that sounds so ... sexual ;)
Ummm, yes. I haven't been there for years, but expect steroid enhanced party boys, sans shirts. Always nice to look at, at least. If you like fantastic drag, my neighbourhood is pretty good. "Filthy/Gorgeous" at The Newtown Hotel is not drag, just hot go-go boys in glam-rock meets historical-costume-drama outfits. The Imperial Hotel just down the road is some of the best drag in Sydney (and where some scenes in Priscilla were filmed).
that's the place, TOA! they had a nice special about it on Compass some time last year. looks so beautiful. MrM-T did a retreat or two and was a volunteer for one or two as well. enjoyed them very much I think.
it's acceptable to gain up to 15kgs when you're preggers. bugger me! I've got enough to start with so I don't feel the need to subscribe to that theory ;)
Midnight Shift - is that where I would have gone to watch the Golden Girls every sunday evening? I have a feeling it is... well, *I* didn't go every sunday evening, I wasn't actually that much of a fan. but it was a ritual... I'm sure it was the Shift. aside from that I remember it as you describe. not my sort of scene. a bit plastic.
btw I forgot you trained as a milliner. how delightful! The Delightful Mother's mum was a milliner until she married. I wish we had some of her work.
Thanks Andrew. Can't say I'm a fan of drag shows. When they come on at The Beat, we usually go and get drinks or to Crystals to dance. :)
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