Sunday Evenings and Gay Parties
I hate Sunday evenings. Sunday evenings spell the end of the weekend, and the start of the week.
I was supposed to work over the weekend, but didn't get the chance to as I had to schedule quite a few social obligations. Should've told them back at work that I'll be really busy this weekend. Damn!
Ah well. It was a really good weekend. Had a party at Tim's place last night. That was both scary and good at the same time. I had more than my usual quota of 1 glass of red wine and was pretty tipsy after. It would've been really fun (not to mention slutty since the "gay group" was touching and hugging each other on Tim's poor bean bag) if I didn't see my colleague there and also a friend I knew from Singapore. And these people don't know that I am queer! So when I first saw my colleague, I was like...fuck! And I had entered Tim's place with like 5 other sisters. And then, as I waited to use the bathroom that I was dying to use as a result of drinking too much water at DMNK's place before, I saw my friend from Singapore come out of the toilet. Double fuck!
So what can I do, but to act straight during the party. But alas, helping others finish off their wine and champagne and lychee beer proved to be a good deed gone wrong as my more "queeny" side exposed itself. I joined in the fun that was happening on the bean bag. We must've been making quite a bit of noise as Tim's neighbour came knocking on the door asking us to tone down. Like hello...fuck off! When a bunch of queens gather, you don't expect us to be silently watching Brokeback Mountain!
Tim mentioned something funny over the course of the night. He said "The thing about gay parties is you never know who's slept with who." How true, as I looked around the room and giggle as I try to figure out who's slept with who and who WANTS to sleep with who (I made my own little list as I skimmed the room).
Anyways, as I recall what happened over the weekend, I can only hope that the week will breeze through and next weekend will come again in a blink of an eye.
10Bitchings:
the momment the sun sets on a sunday evening, it is sad.... the new WORKING week has just begun.... urrrghhhhh
And who did you wanted to sleep with, Jushie? ;)
well, it doesn't ALWAYS have to be about sex. for me, a party is the oppurtunity to showcase my latest culinary disaster. just how specatacular it is depends entirely on how many people call in sick the next day. hoohoo.
the searcher: and here in Melbourne, the sun sets really early. Like 6!
executorlouis: well, if you were in the room, you wld've been one of them. Lol. Oh wait..you wld've been the already slept with...lol.
idiot with an opinion: OMG! I bet your parties are always a blast. What with people puking beside your toilet seat and all (why can't drunks aim properly?)
Haha! Not in that way, peeps. Pls don't get the wrong idea. =P
Haha, I don't believe I actually verbalised that to you. It's so interesting to see how people behave in group situations, isn't it? Having said that, so who has slept with who?
You really were on your best behaviour, not to mention looking really straight. Haha...Glad you had fun nonetheless.
By the way, it was security who came to the door, not my neighbours (they merely placed a call) so I had to respond accordingly.
p/s when I saw frolicking that was happening on my beanbag, I was more concerned that lesbianic (if there is such a word) behaviour was making the rest of my guests uncomfortable!
scorpioboi: oh, you mean the lesbianism that was going on? yeah..i tried to tell them to stop. but i guess it fell to deaf ears. thats what happens with too much alcohol. I'll have a similar party of my own soon :)
Cool...am I invited? I promise not to touch your other guests, or suck their thumbs. :p
so... i want to see that list... :P
Scorpioboi: Of course you'll be invited. And you'll have to do more than suck thumbs at my party *wink*
Andy: sure. will email it over to you. Lol
Post a Comment
<< Home