I’ve taken up a new hobby.
Every week on a Tuesday, Zara and I go to a poledancing class. Yes poledancing. Before we get all excited its just like a gym class, clothes are ON. My real reason for it is that I want skinny arms. My other reason is that it looks like fun. And it is! Mostly. Apart from the burning sensation in my forearms and legs while gripping to the pole. Oh and I sorted shifted my whole knee joint out and back into to place last week. Have I mentioned the bruises? My knees and thighs suffer. Tonight I managed to cut my toe open. How? I have no idea, the instructor pointed it out, I hadn’t even noticed.Not as sexy as one may have thought. Deffinatly not as easy as I originally thought. Zara and I stood there watching a instructor show us for the 8th time how to do a particulary tricky move. “It just can’t be that hard” Zara snapped, throwing a towel at my head. “It’s just upper body strength, I can do this. Get off the damn pole I’m having another go”. I watched her trying in vain to give herself a large egg shaped purple bruise to the thigh. Or that’s what it looked like. Twas funny.
After last weekends 12 hour bender (6pm to 6am) I arrived at work with a decision made that next month will be Sober October. It occured to me that I cannot remember the last weekend I have not been drunk. I was going to start this vow of non-drunkeness this weekend, but Jeremy’s down from Auckland, and ya know its party-on-Wayne with that guy. Its going to be Male Workmates 21st which is going to put a end to Sober October.
Saturday night started as a dinner, and turned into many many drinks which then in turn, lead to a visit to Mermaids which (sigh) is a strip club. I really don’t have any excuse for going there except I did want to see the poledancing in action, the acrobatics of poledancing can be quite amazing. Except it was all rubbish, the girls looked miserable and they didn’t even use the poles. Will not be going back there again. Especially since 5minutes of being there I received a friendly tap on the shoulder from one of the bar staff. “Hello”, she smiled. “The manager wants me to give you this, ya know, just in case you’re looking for work”.
She handed me a buisness card with a number on the back. I just about died.
Georgie told me later that most of the blonde girls that go in there get the same card so I didn’t feel too bad about it.
A few photos from Saturday night :)? Ooh and just remembered, I met a guy who swallowed coins for a party trick. Sometimes he could regurgitate them back up. Twas amusing and disturbing at the same time. Thank you Disco for the introduction.
Posers.
Aww a happy (drunken) couple and a group snap.
