Party On Down, Dudes!

Wasn't there something on Sex and the City about bingo hosted by drag queens? I mean come on, Cremorne is hardly New York and Poncho is hardly Carrie Bradshaw.

Though a few locals have similar lifestyles to Samantha, I must say.

P.S. Could the Hotel Cremorne get any more pathetic if it tried?

Will YOU be my soulmate?

Miss Contradiction and I spent a boozy lunch slash afternoon on Saturday working out who was going to be who in our lives.

This is what we came up with:

Miss Contradiction's life partner and soulmate: Panda
The executor of her will: The glassie, Joe (?)
Her legal advisor: Uncle Pete
Godparents to her children: Licensee and Poncho

My life partner and soulmate: Ivan Milat
The executor of my will: Jason
Legal advisor: That strange guy who works at Peppercorn
Godparents to my children: Missingham and a woman in a chicken suit.

I sent Jason an SMS to ask him if he would be the executor of my will and he didn't respond.

What's up with that?

Sheesh, you try to build a bridge...

Poncho Turned Up At The Pub Tonight

Oh yes she did, and she was wearing her poncho. It was beige.

True story.

I was waiting to see if an angry guy leered out of the shadows and abused her about her website because that would have been funny.

Yelling stuff about anal sex and stitches.

Now I'm going to watch Scrubs then Law & Order and get (more) drunk on lychee vodka.

Hasta La Vista!

A Poncho A Day Keeps The Style Away

Well we were having a boozy lunch at Peppercorn yesterday (prior to getting absolutely smashed at the pub and hassling some bouncer) and who should walk in and sit at a table nearby but Poncho.

We all commented how funny it would be if our blog's resident angry man went up to poncho and started hassling her and she would have no idea what he was talking about.

True story.

I have the worst hangover I've had in at least a week.

P.S. I hate Jason.

P.P.S. Log onto a screen and call me.