Happy New Year

Happy New Year! It's finally upon us. Time to make a thousand more promises, to fuck harder, work harder, have greater ambitions and eat in Nobu, for we may all die tomorrow.

Frequenting one's local gay club is always both exhilarating and nerve racking in equal measures. Partly for the new world you might discover, which was never really that far away, and partly for the fear of how many relatives you might come across.

A new world I did discover, and not a single relative that made me want to shoot out quicker than I'd come in.

'Excuse me, If that's your girlfriend, she's beautiful'.
'Is that your girlfriend? She's hot!'.
And so on and so forth, all night.

The friend I went with, the one who is magnetic, well let's just say she managed to, by simply existing, attract every straight man in the club, almost every gay man and a lesbian or five. I should have known I suppose, I've been out with her many a time before. I don't know how she does it. And, of course, now I want her to be MY girlfriend.

She's stunning, I realise, and incredibly intelligent and oozes confidence and sexuality in equal measures. But, what of that magnetic pull? How precisely does one acquire that? I know I must sound slightly obsessive, but it's really something I want.

So, after a few cocktails we sought the club out and, let me say, for a place that looks quiet and sensible from the outside, it was far from on the inside. Two rooms 1) rnb/cheese 2 )house/dance.

Moments worth forgetting:

Dancing to:
1) You and me baby ain't nothin but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel.
2) Boom Boom Boom Boom, I want you in my room, let's spend the night together, from now until forever.
3) (most embarrassing) Do you believeeeeee in life afta lurrve..I can feeeeel sumthin inside me say, I really don't think you're strong enough (think deep voice of Cher).

'All the guys here think you're with me. If I weren't here they'd be all over you, I can see so many looking at you.' she said. Funny, I thought, I couldn't see a single one. Still, let's give her the benefit of the doubt this one time shall we?

So there we have it, my first new years resolution: to awaken that magnetic pull deep inside.

Ah, but it was great fun. Just the two of us, great friends, drinking, boogieing, trying to talk over the pumping sounds, mingling (though in her case, it was a case of stalking, a guy claiming to be a teacher of spirituality. Ah.) Whether the lord would approve of home wrecking (considering she has a steady boyf) is a matter for further discussion at some later point.

It's also worth mentioning the token drag queen who actually looked rather like an ACTUAL woman. And not forgetting the two gay men who wore matching shirts. Bless. Yuk.

I wonder if I'll ever have the guts to flaunt my booty on the podium? I mean, really give it a go, fuck the dance floor and rip the seams in my trousers in the process?

Ah, and let's not forget the most beautiful lesbian I've ever seen (second to The Dame of course). She was delicious. I couldn't quite keep my eyes off her. One of the best looking blondes I've come across. That her girlfriend was a butch black girl didn't put me off in the slightest.

So, woke surprisingly early this morning and did a whole load of house chores (though I certainly hope it isn't a case of start as we mean to go on). Spoke to M (was cooking once again. Move over Delia, I suppose.) Though, this time, I believe preparation included placing things on a baking tray, placing the baking tray on the middle shelf of the oven and oops, preheating the oven to gas mark 7. M was surprisingly awake at 4am this morning. Eating. Waiting for the boyfriend to get home from work. As you do.

Rightio, need to dash, people coming over, pasta to prepare.

Ciao