the drag queens kept hugging me

so on friday night we went with tommy to a gay club... well if i go right to the beginning, the evening started with intelligent conversation and indian food at keval's house where the Wits Model UN Committee met for a 'board room meeting' which was just an excuse to drink (some wine, some apple juice, LOTS of Creme Soda) and pick all the danish feta out of the salad.

we then proceeded to ramp divas - which was just fabulous, except for the music (what is UP with the doof doof stuff?) in my ignorance i thought gay clubs should play abba and the grease soundtrack... but no... it was (as shaks put it) drug music... the kind i think you can only really appreciate when you're high on something illegally potent. but we got our groove on and shaks and i looked at all the pretty gay boys prancing around (and one who MIGHT have been straight... he was as tom explained in his blog http://www.xanga.com/joburgboy, that illusive gay-straight dude... shaks and i were perplexed by him. he looked straight, he danced straight, he looked slightly put out when a boy who had just removed his shirt danced up to him and moved away. but how do you hit on a guy in a gay club? and how do you even ask 'are you gay? you don't look like you should be without insulting someone). the drag queens hugged me - for some reason the one loved me and after embracing me in her powdered and perfumed padded bosom, she chucked me on the chin and said some encouraging things. it was interesting.

Oh my pope... i'm so irritated, it's like i've all of a sudden become this fight magnet. first last weeks little banter between short men who have something to prove (ie that they're big in other ways he he he) and this Saturday we (Tom, Shaks & me) were at Sandton (again... what can i say? baglios has the BEST crepes with nuts and ice cream and chocolate sauce mmm) and some teeny boppers started beating each other up. and their friends all jumped in with some dumb ass crowd mentality and punching and yelling out expletives "your ma's a $%^&*%$" etc etc and eventually stopped when, once again, someone was led away with blood streaming down his head and a broken glass door. it's so STUPID!! grrr. it's like this one time we were at this talk by the dir general of the WTO Pascal Lamy and some stupid monkies snuck in and jumped up yelling 'no no WTO' (oooh rhyming revolutionaries. good times). they had to be lead away and stood like the apes they were, jumping up and down in the street. c'mon people, rather listen to what people have to say and then break them down intellectually. it's way less embarrassing for you.

OK- I promised Tom that i'd give a shout out to gustav... gust is tom's hot hot car who lifts me around town in his silvery assed style. he is awesome and (quote from tom) enjoys 'taking it up the chuff' with vanessa's car eugene who vanny insists isnt gay ... but we here in the ab fab life accept all life choices. maybe eugene should switch to diesel... i hear it does wonders for car libido.

OH - THOMAS IS AMAZING!! He can name every single capital of every single country in the whole entire world. it's like a party trick. shaks and i sat at work yesterday with an atlas open mouthed... so in pursuit of education, we are going to learn 5 a day, from the beginning, all of them because my party tricks so far are wriggling my ears as a show of my non-evolution and hitting my fists together so that two fingers pop out in an amazing show of agility and mind boggling magic. no. not really.

today's are
afghanistan - kabul
albania - tirana
algeria - algiers
andorra - andorra la vella
angola - luanda

anyway I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO i cant believe i just wrote a blog post, but i though i'd better put something out there for all my fans. all 5 of you.

;) xx