Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Lazy Afternoons On The Terrace

I spent a really pleasant afternoon with Mikey (the lovely ex) on Sunday, after I had spent much of the day wandering the city trying to find a birthday present for my sister. (In the end I settled on a couple of books, both about writing and one specifically about travel writing - hopefully they'll be usefull for her as she re-tells the highs and lows of her recent travel experiences.) After hanging out in Mikey's luxury city pad, high atop Metropolis, for a little while we headed down the street to the Green Park Hotel where packs of Darlinghurst gay boys gather on a Sunday afternoon. A warm Spring afternoon especially.


The Green Park have recently added an outdoor terrace drinking area which is kind of fabulous. I hesitate to refer to it by the usual 'beer garden' name that outdoor drinking areas in Aussie pubs normally have, because as you can see there isn't a single green growing thing in sight.


What there was though was a curious mix of well groomed but carefully dressed down gay boys, soaring walls, hard surfaces and tactile plastic furniture and a sausage sizzle. Oddly enough - the mix works.


Mikey and I hung out for a few hours, and played "Who's Hot? Who's Not?" and "Spot the Demi-Celebrity" (one of the dancers from "Dancing With The Stars", who I knew vaguely from Adelaide and he was an extra in "Moulin Rouge") and discussed the dangers of cross-genre clothing - that which attempts to mix camo and denim in the same item. (Verdict: wrong.)

Also on the agenda for discussion was the unique mix of emotions that the first true blast of warm weather brings; on one hand envy at all the pretty boys with their t-shirt ready pecs and flat tummies, and on the other hand the lust that said items produce. Sort of a unique blend of melancholy and horniness.


Surprisingly, aside from Mikey there was only one other guy I had dated there. I must be slipping. After the Green Park we headed to a local restaurant for a fantastic meal together and then popped into Mikey's friend Steve's house to say 'Hi' and continue the alcohol odyssey. Hanging out with Mikey is always wonderfull, we have such a comfortable groove with each other, but this was an especially good afternoon and evening.

Bring on Summer!

6 comments:

Michael Guy said...

Waaahhh! YOU'RE getting our 'summer' as it glides down to you fine folks! Sounds like a divoon afternoon with the 'lovely ex'. Take care of our summer and return her in good shape, Andrew.

The Other Andrew said...

'Scuse me? Your summer? I think we invented it, we just loan it to you every so often. :)

Shall do, now all I have to do is lose the winter weight...

The Other Andrew said...

BTW, summer is male. Hot, sweaty, muscular forearms, good pecs kind of male - don't you think?

Michael said...

That sounds like heaven. I'd love to blow a Sunday afternoon like that with y'all. I feel the need to disclaim though, that summer or no, my forearms are girlish.

worldpeace and a speedboat said...

Surprisingly, aside from Mikey there was only one other guy I had dated there. I must be slipping.

oh TOA :)

The Other Andrew said...

Michael, I've seen those guns on you... you've got great arms. (Welcome back btw, where you been girlfriend?)