So about Cairns.
Firstly 40th birthday parties are considerably different from 30th's. Less sex & alcohol, more people rushing home early to let the babysitter go home.
The party was great. Not as many of the old gang from Brisbane, more locals which I suppose is to be expected as the birthday girl has been living up there for 15 years now. Still good to catch up with the old friends. 1 of the guys I used to live with has a girlfriend 10 years his junior - she seemed fairly interested when I described the suicide girls to her although my friend wasn't happy that I was suggesting tattoo designs and where to put them.
Highlight of the night was when a MILF approached me to compliment me on my costume. The theme was 60's. Since I never do the obvious (such as dress as a hippy) I wore a dive suit and went as Harold Holt. Never wore one before but I must get some latex - the gym work and the rubber really came through. I felt great.
MILF: You're not from Cairns are you.
Me: No, just flew in for the weekend.
MILF: You come with anyone?
Me: No, just me.
MILF: Great costume. You look really hot.
Me: Oh, its not so bad. There's a bit of a breeze and its kind of cool without the top on.
MILF: Yeah, your arse is really tight.
Me: I know, it is such a good fit, bit hard to walk but...
Anyway, I gradually got the hint. Especially when she wouldn't look me in the eye but kept staring at my package. No-one has flirted (right word?) with me for 17 years (the last time a girl did this, I ended up marrying her). I was thinking I was in for some lovin', and was torn between the primal urge and what would Cheryl think. I was saved from peril by the birthday girl who proceeded over to our corner. After introducing us (we had just skipped the whole name thing beforehand), birthday girl proceed to ask MILF where her husband was. After a guilty pause, we learnt that hubby was at home with the baby because the babysitter pulled out at the last minute. Than an embarrassed goodbye from MILF, and there went my one and only chance for the evening. Would have been nice to have a little peril, but it was still fun.
The next morning, I took Emily over to play with birthday girl's 2 kids. We sat around drinking coffee and cursing my former housemate and his 20 something girlfriend for sleeping in and having sex rather than having a hangover and chasing after children.
Firstly 40th birthday parties are considerably different from 30th's. Less sex & alcohol, more people rushing home early to let the babysitter go home.
The party was great. Not as many of the old gang from Brisbane, more locals which I suppose is to be expected as the birthday girl has been living up there for 15 years now. Still good to catch up with the old friends. 1 of the guys I used to live with has a girlfriend 10 years his junior - she seemed fairly interested when I described the suicide girls to her although my friend wasn't happy that I was suggesting tattoo designs and where to put them.
Highlight of the night was when a MILF approached me to compliment me on my costume. The theme was 60's. Since I never do the obvious (such as dress as a hippy) I wore a dive suit and went as Harold Holt. Never wore one before but I must get some latex - the gym work and the rubber really came through. I felt great.
MILF: You're not from Cairns are you.
Me: No, just flew in for the weekend.
MILF: You come with anyone?
Me: No, just me.
MILF: Great costume. You look really hot.
Me: Oh, its not so bad. There's a bit of a breeze and its kind of cool without the top on.
MILF: Yeah, your arse is really tight.
Me: I know, it is such a good fit, bit hard to walk but...
Anyway, I gradually got the hint. Especially when she wouldn't look me in the eye but kept staring at my package. No-one has flirted (right word?) with me for 17 years (the last time a girl did this, I ended up marrying her). I was thinking I was in for some lovin', and was torn between the primal urge and what would Cheryl think. I was saved from peril by the birthday girl who proceeded over to our corner. After introducing us (we had just skipped the whole name thing beforehand), birthday girl proceed to ask MILF where her husband was. After a guilty pause, we learnt that hubby was at home with the baby because the babysitter pulled out at the last minute. Than an embarrassed goodbye from MILF, and there went my one and only chance for the evening. Would have been nice to have a little peril, but it was still fun.
The next morning, I took Emily over to play with birthday girl's 2 kids. We sat around drinking coffee and cursing my former housemate and his 20 something girlfriend for sleeping in and having sex rather than having a hangover and chasing after children.