The Columbian...I do not mean a South American Man

I would like to apologize for being MIA lately.  It has been very busy here in my last month and I have not had a chance to update you on my happenings.  To be honest, I thought that everyone had stopped reading my posts so I wasn't too concerned about my absence.  However, when I started to receive all of your hate mail for not updating the blog I was actually excited.  So thanks for reading and I hope you find some entertainment in my life here. :)

Now, for a funny update.  The last 5 Friday nights have consisted of routine outings with my work colleagues.  We all end up at this super ghetto bar called "The Paragon", then for Italian food at this restaurant where a little Aussie guy is hiding in the corner behind a keyboard with a microphone singing poor renditions of Frank Sinatra and God knows who else.  (He is no Al Vega from Lucky's...I will tell you that much).  They sell cheap red wine by the litre so that is the main draw.  The other draw is that my male work friends are all gay (shocker) and they think the Italian waiter's have hot bums so that is why we go there.  To be honest, the food is terrible and I have been pushing to go to a Brazilian place every Friday but I am outnumbered by hot bums.  When in Rome... After we have too much red wine, bad food, and are "bummed out" we end up at the gay bars.  Sydney has a HUGE gay scene.  It is the 2nd largest gay population in the world to San Francisco and boy do they know how to have fun.  The main club that we end up is called, "The Columbian".  It is hilarious.  Drag shows, hot gay Asian bar tenders that have tighter jeans than half of the women I know.  If you ever need an ego boost, go to a gay bar.  The men make you feel like you are the hottest thing since sliced bread and they are DEAD honest. 

Let's just say that every time we go out on Friday, there is something that takes place that probably should not have.  Here are a few of the highlights:

1. The first Friday night it was just Ben and I that lasted out late.  I ended up losing my cell phone in a cab and this angel Anna belle met me at the biggest mall alive so I could get it back.  Pictures to prove the debauchery below.  I woke up at Ben's house and we laughed because I was wearing his t-shirt which was the size of an 3 month olds.  He is about half my size of course and his boyfriend Lars is even tinier.  You will meet Lars in a minute for the make-up session. 



2.  It always gets hairy when Donna starts having people grab her boobs.  You know it is going down hill.

From Donna Boobs

3.  Make over time.  Yup, men love makeup too.



4.  The Drag Show commences and random people jump into the picture.  I have no clue who that bald guy is.  I think he had the hots for Donna...or Greg. Hard to say.



5. The Hula hoop.  Continues to sweep the globe!

We really do have a lot of fun and I have met some not only fun people but really kind people as well.  Even though the majority of them are English and Dutch, I will forgive them. ;) They accept me for my Yank self and that's all that counts!