Halloween. Something I have never celebrated. In Italy it is not so big. It's more of an American thing. Here in Sydney I happen to hang out with some yankees, alas! LOL. So last night we were invited to this here party in Manly. Superb house, right on the beach. Amazing view.Obv
iously the dress code was very strict. Only costumes admitted. I had no idea wha
t to wear so we went to this store in Surry Hills and hired something. I turned to be... a dark angel. Whatever... By the way those wings were super cool, although I risked several times being flown away literally cos it was rather windy.
The girls that threw the party (the ones in feathers all glittery) did a great job. There were costume contests, the sexiest, the best couple, the best superhero and so on and even a sort of lottery. Prizes included Ipods and stuff like that. No, I didn't win. They also put together an entertaining act with Elvis. Great gig.
The place was packed. Nice guys, nice chicks, heaps of booze. I wanted to go so bad cos of all this ranting about the ice block... wtf is the ice block? They carved a block of ice so that they could pour in alcohol, tilted the thing to make it flow to on end and you had to drink it from the edge. Fantastic. Highly addictive.
Some costumes were really great. My favourites were Edina and Patsy Stone from Ab Fab, Bindi and Little Dead Riding Hood.
But the pregnant couple dressed up as Brit and K-Fed were cool, too.
My goal was to get drunk big time, which didn't happen for #$@%'s sake! I was obviously altered but I didn't collapse on the stairs like I did in Iceland - wonder if this time people would have stepped on me again and left me there or rolled my unconscious body on the side so that I wouldn't be in the way -. I even managed to call a taxi and all. What's wrong with me? Next party is scheduled for the 11th. Gay wedding. They married in Canada this summer and they're having a cocktail reception. V. fancy. Don't think I'd look cool lying unconscious on the ground in the reception of a four-star hotel. Not classy, Luca, not classy. We'll see what happens.
Stay tuned.
iously the dress code was very strict. Only costumes admitted. I had no idea wha
t to wear so we went to this store in Surry Hills and hired something. I turned to be... a dark angel. Whatever... By the way those wings were super cool, although I risked several times being flown away literally cos it was rather windy.The girls that threw the party (the ones in feathers all glittery) did a great job. There were costume contests, the sexiest, the best couple, the best superhero and so on and even a sort of lottery. Prizes included Ipods and stuff like that. No, I didn't win. They also put together an entertaining act with Elvis. Great gig.
The place was packed. Nice guys, nice chicks, heaps of booze. I wanted to go so bad cos of all this ranting about the ice block... wtf is the ice block? They carved a block of ice so that they could pour in alcohol, tilted the thing to make it flow to on end and you had to drink it from the edge. Fantastic. Highly addictive.Some costumes were really great. My favourites were Edina and Patsy Stone from Ab Fab, Bindi and Little Dead Riding Hood.
But the pregnant couple dressed up as Brit and K-Fed were cool, too.
My goal was to get drunk big time, which didn't happen for #$@%'s sake! I was obviously altered but I didn't collapse on the stairs like I did in Iceland - wonder if this time people would have stepped on me again and left me there or rolled my unconscious body on the side so that I wouldn't be in the way -. I even managed to call a taxi and all. What's wrong with me? Next party is scheduled for the 11th. Gay wedding. They married in Canada this summer and they're having a cocktail reception. V. fancy. Don't think I'd look cool lying unconscious on the ground in the reception of a four-star hotel. Not classy, Luca, not classy. We'll see what happens.
Stay tuned.
