Friday night reviewed.
- Dinner at the sublime Ladro (not as good as I Carusi just quietly, despite what my beloved John Lethlean tells you) with two handsome men who spoke Japanese at the table and sent me into lady spasms. Fuck. Nice.
- Sexpo at Jeff's Shed nowhere near the sexy experience it should have been. You know how in your wildest moments you think about attending crazy swingers parties and how hot it could be? Then you go to Sexpo and mingle with the people who actually go to those things and you not only dry up completely, but your hymen grows over.
Still, I bought two dildos and five pairs of lacy undies. Also, I saw an incredibly bad 'erotic' performance piece by five goths having their way with a schoolgirl. So not a wasted experience entirely, then.
- Old Bar girl hotness buoyed by stalker in glitter puffy paint t-shirt reading 'Diana Elgar Memorial Hunt Club'. Buy him one million beers and take him to a coolsie party in North Fitzroy where we sit around and talk about blogs and how very smart we all are.
Also met stalker from Polichicks party though he - disappointingly given the precedent set - did not wear an eye-catching t-shirt.
Gabi home TOMORROW. You bitches can kiss my grits.
1061 days til the next election.
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one day, i'm gonna get a mention
ONE DAY
consider it my goal in life
I went to Sexpo once. It was a shitload of dildos and some junkies with blue toes. Not really sexy per se.
As I said in my last comment, Sexpo is no where near as fun and sexy as it addresses itself to be. A bunch of over horny geeks getting thier rocks off at really bad and really cheap porn.
I'm allowed to be biased on this occassion on my feelings of sexpo, because they are very limited in thier offerings to the gay society. Oh I do remember a health/HIV clinic in there.....oh and that giant penis walking around too squirting white liquid over unsuspecting patrons.
UNSUSPECTING?! Nobody who goes to SEXPO should be unsuspecting. White liquid Tsunami should be greeted with joviality.
Fits. I am so glad you have Gabi back in your grasp. Wrap her up in a warm blanket and hug her until she passes out. Drunk? Me? Maybe... yes... okay factual. First drunken post you've received from me. Make sure Gabit takes good care of the -- OUR baby. I'm only able to get it up three times per session so every sperm is sacred, every sperm is good. Every sperm is needed in your neighborhood. You have fewer people in your continent thatn in my fucking' state! How is it that I can't be a writer on your show? Bastardo! I'll drunk to you lat3trer. Kiss Gabi for me. Yes, there. I lost my train of thought...
All this up market inner city foodie stuff. You sure your real name isn't Virginia Trioli?
Word on the street has it that 'Virginia Trioli' is the real name of Diana Elgar...
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I can't remember exactly what I said when you dropped me off but I'd like to apologise fully. You're actually an horrendous gorgon.
So I don't qualify as a "hot stalker"?
*crushed*
oh, at least you got a mention, Buck. i was also there stalking, but apparently i wasn't even seen!
(mental note - must be less subtle)
Leif
oh it's the stalkers that aren't seen that have the best effect!
Were you, Leif?
Christ, everyone's meeting each other in the real world.
Sexpo has been overrun by bogans. The first time i went it was really good, and year after year it goes downhill. Couldn't make it this year, but five goths having their way with a schoolgirl? I can honestly *not* picture any way in which that would be unerotic. Man, that's hot...
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