Day 298: Sunday 21 February

Yes, I know, I’m running late yet again!

What a week of blog lateness it’s been. My excuse today is twofold:

#1. Hungover and not pretty enough

#2. A beautiful beach day

After reviving at the beach with the liberal application of swimming, sun, hamburgers and warm coke I’m now both well enough AND, more importantly, pretty enough to face the blogasphere.

Last night was a shoju and beer drinking, Korean bbq eating, karoke screaming, song fest. I lay the blame of hangovers squarely at the feet of Korean beer. It ALWAYS gives me hangover, not the fact I drank 10 of them…

Hite (ryhmes with kite) Korean beer. I don't feel so cool and fresh now!

Much beer and shoju was drunk at the restaurant, while meat was cooking on the barbeque.

Then we wandered down the road to the karaoke joint formally known as Green Box, now known as Odyessy, if my memory is working correctly. It is a fancy place and it seems we were the only paying customers. Very strange atmosphere. Very. Atmosphere-less is perhaps a better way of describing it.

Anyways, we sang many a tuneful tune with the occasional 100 pointer scored seemingly at random.

A love duet or rock screamer? I can't recall but it was ear splitting

And we drank more beer…

DaHo nestled amongst the beer dregs

I can barely remember a song. Oh yes I can. Superstar. Awesome. I love Karen Carpenter, yes I do. However there was some bad karaoke etiquette last night. Lots of song stopping mid verse. Luckily my ego is big enough to take it.

The night was marred by my ‘Save the Planet’, to cheap to get a taxi, I’m getting a train, trip home. I was very drunk, the trains weren’t running correctly, I was confused, State Rail was confused and it took me over and hour to get home. Drunk, very drunk, swaying staggering drunk. I’m such a fool!

So of course I awoke with a hangover, not as bad as it could have been but still pretty awful. So I decided what I needed was a cleansing salt, surf and sand event. Which is why the blog is so late.

Here’s my outfit for the day…

Maroubra and me and a beach umbrella

Top: Supre vest (the bigger one that fits)

Bottom: Junk jeans cut offs, cut off by me

Accessory: Denim shoulder bag, perfect

Now that I am back at home the hangover is making itself apparent again. Better get some more soft drink with bubbles to ease the pain.

Day 297: Saturday 20 February

Wow. Sydney’s Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras is well and truly upon me.

I may have ALMOST reached drag queen saturation levels. Yep, I am getting dangerously close to over dosing on bad lip syncing, terrible dancing and excellent costumes.

So last night I attended a show by the most talented man ever to wear unnatural fibres… Mr Bob Downe’s Retro Gras.

Some alleged drag legends of Oxford Street made special appearances, the infamous Cindy Pastel and Miss 3D… here’s Miss 3D doing Gaga (or should that be gag-gag??)…

Miss 3D squats and drags at The Oxford

There was also some actual singing as opposed to actual miming, with a rare performance by a Sydney drag scenester Prada who did a lovely version of The Look of Love (I think, my mind has blurred).

And the fantastic Paul Capsis sang a few tunes too. Such an amazing performer, so heartfelt and sincere, even when he is making a mockery of Diana Ross. I love him! Sorry for the horrible Nokia phone photo…

Mr Paul Capsis in full and deep throat

And of course, the man, the legend, the plastic hair-do of Mr Bob Downe. He’s sassy AND he can sing. Boy can he sing! He should sing all the time. I’m just glad he’s not coming to karaoke with me tonight cos I’m bad enough without singing next to a golden throat!

Bob Downe's wig getting thrown around whilst remaining on his head!

So a good night, although I really do think the music was better at Vanessa Wagner’s Unisex night.

Here I am today…

Fruit and yoghurt for breakfast to counteract last night's steak sandwich

Top: Supre vest, the small one

Bottom: White denim skirt from Jay Jays, tightie whitie

Accessory: Denim birkies

Off to karaoke evening outfit update (gotta rush)

I prop up the bar in preparation for propping up the karaoke bar

Top: Short sleeved press studded denim shirt

Bottom: Gap skinny jeans

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots

Accessory 2: Denim bag with red piping to match red accessories