Saturday saw the 43rd annual party of Sydney social club Pollys.
Originally it was started as a social group that would hold small fundraisers for various charities, but now holds small fundraisers for HIV charities only. They meet every three months or so in Marrickville Townhall. Glamourous, however Saturdays affair was held at The Roundhouse at Sydney University.
We had a table of ten of us, with all the usual suspects and a few of the more unusual ones too. There was everything from dragqueens to leatherqueens with everything inbetween in all shapes, sizes and ages. It was actually really nice to be in a place that wasn't segregrating itself from certain types of clientele.
We sat at table 50, which was right next to, but at the side of the stage where, performing, was probably one of the tackiest, most talentless, horrendous drag shows I have ever seen.
I LOVED it!
As we were at the side of the stage, we had gone upstairs to watch the show from the balcony, to ensure we got a good view of the dames a la drag. Straight after the show, they held the fund raising raffle for which I had acquired $20 worth of tickets.
The evening had ticked by and it was about midnight now. The passing of time, can only mean one thing.....the longer the time has passed....the more drunk I probably am. I'm telling you this so that you may understand my reason for badgering (read yelling and shouting at) the raffle man to "Pull a different one" as no-one had claimed the prize in the 0.003 seconds since he announced the number.
He did this three times and no-one claimed the first prize. So again I cajoled (read heckled) him to stick his hand back in the box....
"RED, C, 22" he delivered into his tinny mic.
YA FUCKING HOO!!!!! I screamed as I ran downstairs and up to the stage to collect my prize.
An alcoholics dream....a 24 bottle wine cooler (read vodka!)
Seems Jesus loves me after all.....
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