Last night I went to Zak going away party at a karaoke bar in the village called Club Cocktail. First I broke out "Poupee de Cire, Poupee de Son" (my first ever karaoke song in French), Zak did some Patsy Cline, Dasha and husband made an appearance, Abbie busted out some movies, and Kali and I did a touching duet of Billy Idol. Buried under a few Hoegaarden's I finished off the evening with a rousing rendition of "Sweet Transvetite" .. people seemed to dig it.
In other news I've become the outlet for a variety of women's domestic urges
- I got Xmas cookies in the mail from a girl in BC
- my dance partner won't let me pay for a meal, brings me cannelloni to my house, then proceeds to gift me a very expensive bottle of champagne (she doesn't drink) and some Southern Comfort (the booze not the euphemism)
- another girl wants to come and clean my bathtub while wearing a sexy outfit.
I'm also getting some glimmerings of where the future may take me..
In other news I've become the outlet for a variety of women's domestic urges
- I got Xmas cookies in the mail from a girl in BC
- my dance partner won't let me pay for a meal, brings me cannelloni to my house, then proceeds to gift me a very expensive bottle of champagne (she doesn't drink) and some Southern Comfort (the booze not the euphemism)
- another girl wants to come and clean my bathtub while wearing a sexy outfit.
I'm also getting some glimmerings of where the future may take me..
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mrginger:
You're doing good, then?
helly:
I am entirely jealous that no-one wants to clean my bath tub in a sexy outfit.