last night I went to a very *gay* fancy dress party, which was surprisingly fab. I went as myra hindleys pussy (my friend went as myra hindley, did you see what I did there?). the house was decked out to look like a very creepy coffin, the hosts had hired staff to greet guests and run a cloakroom, something you'd never get at a hetro party! the guests had really put lots of effort into their outfits; janet leigh (a semi-naked man in a towel and shower curtain); dr mengale (judo jacket and clip on hairpiece) and my favourite, batman (v.small plastic pants and a small bat).
my outfit was loved (hotpants, spikey heels and kitten ears) and I was asked to strut up and down the room a lot! I didn't think that I had too much to drink, but boy do I feel it today! I am officially a light-weight!
I was asked to go on to a club in limehouse, it sounded fun so I left with batman and a guy in a red suit. I was promised a night of wild dancing but the club was closed, my car-hosts looked desperate to shag so I politely got a car and went home for a really big sleep!
batman lives in hackney and works in PR, he left me his number - its so nice to be given a number on the genuine premise of meeting for a drink and knowing that there is noting more sordid that a double mocha la la latte behind it!
the team member has something to tell me that he wouldn't discuss last night, I wait for the call with trepidation.