Thursday I went into the city. Quick meeting with an agency, then off to catch up with Jane. Jane is the chick I met at Opium Den a little while ago.
So met up at The Lounge on Swanston St. She brought the hottest boy with her. His name was Fotios... very young, very cute. Unfortunately, he was shortly heading home to his boyfriend... whose name, by the way, is Xavier... Fotios and Xavier... the names alone are enough to make my box twitch.
So anyway, hung there for a bit, then popped across the road to Cookie.
By this stage we were well lubricated, and decided to wander over to my absolute favourite - yep, St. Jerome's... She LOVED it. As you would expect. :o) Jane's flatmate Jane (uhuh) arrived to meet Jane for dinner, and even though I promised myself to go home and not get trashed... I decided to tag along :op
PLAN : tram it to St Kilda, and meet friend Sam at her house. Then go do dinner at a place near her home.
So, we did the tram to St Kilda. Sam said her place was "Just near the Espy". After walking the full length of Acland St (we took the wrong tram!) we made it to the Espy, called Sam... "No! NEAR the Espy! Walk back about 20 minutes, left, then right, then second right, third left and go straight ahead about 15 minutes"
Or something along those lines... Either way, it was a cab from there. Glad we did cos it turned out to be nowhere near where we originally thought...
Get to Sam's house. She is already obviously just as trashed as we were... good, all playing on the same field.
We walk in to Port Melbourne, and decide on Belucci's.
I think we were the only people there... but since we were all trashed, it really didn't matter.
Dinner was amazing. The best Linguini Marinara ever... Amazing food, amazing service. It was great. Get the chance, check it out.
So after dinner (and a lot of laughs at Sam, who was great, but was a lot lower in the food chain than her sexy attitude - and hot black Scanlon dress - would suggest...) we headed to... the Espy.
Dark, dirty, thrasher metal band playing live... the place was grungy, but fucking hot. Loved it.
We met up with Janes friend Simon, he was hot. Very straight, and very hot. Hung out, drank alot, flirted (surprisingly respondent!), danced to the nasty dirty thrasher band... it was very cool. Good times...
We left there and decided... it was swimming time!!!! Woo Hoo!!!
So we ran over to St Kilda Beach, stripped off and did the mad dash into the water. Noice... The water was amazing, cool, somewhat...wet... and... eeuuwww, seaweed...
After a seaweed fight, the girls got out. Obviously couldn't compete against the aggression and competitiveness of two guys... hahahah. So it was just me and Simon left in the water... what to do, what to do... wrestle!! So there I was, drunk, naked and wrestling a hot straight, equally drunk and equally naked, guy... hands, arms, legs everywhere... OH MY GOD... This is what gay wet dreams are made of, baby!
Dickhead doof doofs arrived in their cars, parked facing the water and started flashing their headlights... time to go... so we got dressed and hailed a cab.
The cab ride was hilarious. Simon sat in the front, I was in the back, in between the two girls. Arms around each, teasing the cab driver with our dirty, sexy carry-ons... Made out that both girls were mine - was taking them both home! Just to see the reaction. Hilarious. :o)
Got back to Jane and Janes, sat around, drinking nasty cask red... no matter how many times I asked Simon if he wanted to share a shower to get all that seaweed,salt and sand off, he declined... bastard. What a tease :o)
Good times...
Oh BTW - It's Mardi Gras tonight... and I'm not there... I hope everyone is having a great time.
Have fun, be safe. Wish I was there... XXXXX
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