A long time between drinks
17 July 2005, 11:36
Bloody Winter. Hibernation. Scarves. Coats. Frost on the Glass.
I used to love Winter. Couldn’t get enough of the sodding season. But that was in Canada and Japan, when, if you were lucky, it snowed overnight and everything was clean and white and the days were crisp with a rude blue sky (OK, maybe not every day was like that, just let me have my reverie, already…).
In Melbourne, if the sky is clear then you have my attention, but this winter, most days have been dreary with a misty drizzle cutting every bit of chill right into your bones. Your joints ache. Getting warm (particularly in a timber house with floorboards and no curtains yet) is impenatrably difficult.
So, we haven’t been socialising much. We just pop it in the too-hard-basket and snuggle up next to the gas heater with a hot chocolate and some berry pie (good explanation for thigh explosion of late) instead.
But we couldn’t possibly miss our good buddy, let’s call her the Succulent Wild Woman, as that is, in fact, her name, celebrating her 30th Birthday in the grungy mecca that is the Railway Hotel in South Melbourne.
It brings out the animal in me…
The theme was “Africa”, costumes were mandatory, and leopard skin abounded. Seems just about everyone in Melbourne has some shade of leopard skin in their wardrobes. I don’t know what that says about us [just for the record, I got mine at Savers yesterday for $6. No, I swear I did].
SWW’s husband took the prize, with his Golliwog impersonation(s), which he took to the streets later in the evening, attempting to scare patrons and strangers alike. I really should be ideologically correct and say I was horrified, but fuckit, it was hilarious. An African Golliwog with a plummy Manchunian accent and stay-ups sporting alarmingly white loins beneath his loin-cloth. Hilarious, I tell you…
The Golliwog Groove
More SWW 30th Shindig pics here
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