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Nov. 20th, 2006 04:11 pmIt seems like I didnt stop on Saturday. I got up at 9, 10 and again at 11, then went to breakfast with the boys and food shopping for Sunday's barbecue. A quick nap in the afternoon and I went to visit Taz, which was... a great many things, but good, overall.
Dinner with the boys and then off to work on the door at Urge. It was a quiet night in the bar, but the scenery was top notch, including a rather lovely pair of English pocketbears (as featured in a previous post). Of course I was by the door most of the night, but everyone on the street was pleasant. There were a higher than usual number of girls asking if they could come in: we're not allowed to discriminate on the grounds of gender, of course, but Urge is a mens-only space and important for that reason. Hence, the dress code. "Sorry, maam, but we have a dress code tonight" and an apologetic smile. Usually that's enough, but the ladies who wonder what the dress code could be are told bringhtly "Everyone in here tonight must be wearing a penis"
I'm just waiting for the lady who whips out her strap-on in answer. I hope I'm not on the door that night.
Sunday afternoon chilling out at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mikeybill's place was the perfect counterpoint to Saturday's madness. Pre-prepared salads and wine in hand, we showed up bang on a fashionable quarter hour late, stashed the salads in the fridge and attacked the wine. Lovely. (I have pictures, but my camera's not playing nice with the computer. You'll just have to imagine all the sexy boys and mountains of food until i fix it)
Graham and Nick, the lads from London, turned up a little later to enjoy a real kiwi afternoon barbie, complete with mosquitoes, sausages, smoke and sauce, a heated discussion of the merits of the treaty of Waitangi, and about 6 kinds of weather in the one afternoon. You couldnt script a more representational Kiwi gathering- in fact, there's a market there... come experience the real New Zealand! Next stop, sunburn, egg and lettuce sandwiches, and sand in your melting icecream.
Dinner with the boys and then off to work on the door at Urge. It was a quiet night in the bar, but the scenery was top notch, including a rather lovely pair of English pocketbears (as featured in a previous post). Of course I was by the door most of the night, but everyone on the street was pleasant. There were a higher than usual number of girls asking if they could come in: we're not allowed to discriminate on the grounds of gender, of course, but Urge is a mens-only space and important for that reason. Hence, the dress code. "Sorry, maam, but we have a dress code tonight" and an apologetic smile. Usually that's enough, but the ladies who wonder what the dress code could be are told bringhtly "Everyone in here tonight must be wearing a penis"
I'm just waiting for the lady who whips out her strap-on in answer. I hope I'm not on the door that night.
Sunday afternoon chilling out at
mikeybill's place was the perfect counterpoint to Saturday's madness. Pre-prepared salads and wine in hand, we showed up bang on a fashionable quarter hour late, stashed the salads in the fridge and attacked the wine. Lovely. (I have pictures, but my camera's not playing nice with the computer. You'll just have to imagine all the sexy boys and mountains of food until i fix it)Graham and Nick, the lads from London, turned up a little later to enjoy a real kiwi afternoon barbie, complete with mosquitoes, sausages, smoke and sauce, a heated discussion of the merits of the treaty of Waitangi, and about 6 kinds of weather in the one afternoon. You couldnt script a more representational Kiwi gathering- in fact, there's a market there... come experience the real New Zealand! Next stop, sunburn, egg and lettuce sandwiches, and sand in your melting icecream.
