I got a text from MSM on Monday last week telling me he was not working on Saturday so did I fancy painting the town a shade of pink on Friday? My first thought was "yay!" which was quickly followed the next day by "boo!" cos I got a cold and didnt feel much like painting the town any shade of anything.
It then turns out that he wasn't sure if he was working on Sat and would let me know so I spent most of the week secretly hoping he was so I wouldn't have to cancel due to my runny nose and blocked sinuses. I sounded like that bloke from the Vicks Sinus Spray ad on telly. Remember Malcom saying to his mum he couldn't go out cos he was all blocked and she would hand him a nasal thing to help him breather better!? "Of course you can Malcolm!" she would reply.
Anyway, I felt like poo all week and then late on Thursday, I got a call confirming he had got Saturday night off...."boo" I thought.
MSM arrived at my placed about 11.30 on Friday and we went off to meet Tina. All three of us hopped into a taxi to Oxford St and wondered which club to go too. There are a few on this street, but MSM said we should go to Palms. I'd never even heard of it but off we went, climbing downstairs to a basement nightclub.
It was small, but really busy and unusually for a gay nightclub everyone had their tops on! But it did however have the obligatory mirror ball. Is this a staple of all clubs or just clubs for poofs? The dancefloor was 'rockin' and the music was a mix of 70's trash to 90's disco. I even had a bop to Who put the bomp in the bomp-a-bomp-a-bomp? It felt good to be getting down with my bad self......
"getting down"
I've been here nearly 3/4 of a year and it was a nice surprise to find somewhere where I didnt feel like old father time. Though it has to be said that by the time I got home I felt like I needed a hip replacement so I got into my "Thora Hird Stair Lift" and went to bed.
Not Thora Hird
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