Monday, July 30, 2007

two very different parties

Party 1, Friday, 19h30
Location: Killarney Golf Club
Dress code: black tie
Occasion: 95th birthday party


Wow. Not many people get to go to 95th's, let's not jest. I scrubbed up all elegant and joined Big T to this lady's birthday bash. What an amazing woman she is. Sharp as knife, parties like she's 30 (apparently was still going strong at 1:30am, about the time I – the party pooper – was long asleep). Champagne was flowing, my dress was falling down, everything was beautiful. And on the opposite side of the social spectrum, we have:

Party 2, Saturday 7ish
Location: A digs
Dress code: chav, minger, pikey, asbo
Occasion: digs party


When it says 'dress up party,' I either go balls to the wall or don't dress up at all. Klo stuffed a pillow into her belly (and needed to pee every five seconds....it was, like, she was hexperiencing a real pregnancy, which is well bad); I looked like I'd stepped out of a council house in Croydon.

Then the unthinkable happened. We arrived, and nobody had really dressed up.
(Yet.)

Klo freaked out at the gate, “Oh my God...please take me home, oh my God.”) I felt a bit stupid, since I'd insisted that we could go all out on the pikey look, because “of course everyone will dress up.” So we just got absolutely smashed, and luckily the chavs started emerging later on.
Big T was wearing a rather large price tag on his cap, and waltzing around with a bottle of cognac.

I fell on the driveway. Blind one.

Me and the aeroplane guy (who now has a name: Mr 747. On mutual assessment) went through MacDonalds on the way home and ordered like 8 cheeseburgers.

Then once home, we played a bit of Monster Hits, then I got carried to bed, while he wore one of my jerseys. Bless his little tracky pants.
I haven't done a consecutive triple napover in a long time.

Went to see the Lion King at the Vulgar Tuscan Palace with my folks. It was absolutely exceptional. The costumes are possibly some of the best I've ever seen.

21 comments:

kyknoord said...

Black tie I can live with, but 'theme' parties are invariably so lame-ass, they're not worth the effort. If it has a theme, I have other plans.

kabintsimbi said...

Kyk: partypooper!!!

Peas: you would have so loved my best mate & another mate at uni...they have a trunk box thingie just for dress up parties! They had anything from glitter to pleather odds & ends in there...it was fun being a bystander with those two gals dressing up!

Mr 747 hey...mmm...sounds rather lovely!

Peas on Toast said...

Kyk - now I'd expect more from you bad boy. Jump on the funbus already. :)

Kab - Ooh man! A whole box full? Heaven! Mr 747 is cool :)

Betenoir said...

honey...I'm starting to worry for the safety of your liver...

"theme" parties invariably suck. costume parties (ie people can wear whatever costume they want) work out better because people can cater to their own comfort level. also usually the themes are tacky.

so, kyk, you're coming to my Halloween party, right? the theme is "the undead".

Peas on Toast said...

Bete - only now you're starting to worry about my liver? ;)

Tacky themes are the best! What's up with you and Kyk today? Is it cos it's Monday?
;)

Revolving Credit said...

You realise that a Boeing 747 is referred to as a 'wide-body'
Now, Mr Wide Body doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it?
You could of course refer to him as Mr Jumbo....

By the way, I didn't know that you were into cross-dressers?

Peas on Toast said...

Rev - like clockwork. The moment I wrote that he wore my jersey, I thought, "Rev will say something."

You have any idea how smashed we were Revvie - and besides he looked rather nice in it. Better than I do :)

Revolving Credit said...

Please, lets stop the visualisations, ok.

For a moment there I kinda pictured Tim Curry in The Rocky Horror Picture Show prancing round in lingerie singing "I'm a sweet transvestite.."

Made me spill my coffee and lose my appetite a bit.

But hey, if that's what floats your boat!!

PS. Anyone want half a custard danish??

Peas on Toast said...

Hey! Rev, shut up ok, and finish your Danish.

Revolving Credit said...

Peas, check the copy on your morning Wibble post, seems you overlooked the typo.

Peas on Toast said...

Ta :)

Now finish up your breakfast and behave. :)

Revolving Credit said...

Just a thought, tell me, does your dad read your blog??

Peas on Toast said...

He does. When he's not blinded by the profanity.

storm said...

hey peasy!!! glad to see you've got some male entertainment! good to be back in internet world where i can actually see what's going on in the world! missed you guys like crazy!

Peas on Toast said...

Howdy Storm!

Yeah long time no here, glad to see you back doll!

x

tyrone said...

Afternoon Peas!

Nice weekend then hey? So you sure he's a 747 and not an Airbus A380? Does he know about his nickname?

Please do me a favour - the next time you see your Pops, please give him the biggest handshake from me. Any Pops that can read his daughter's blog with this level of profanity, sexual inuendo, discussion about HER sexual wants / desires / needs and mention of her vajayjay needs a medal of honour.

He's amazing really.

I'd kill someone. Don't know who. But someone would die.

Peas on Toast said...

Tyrone- ha ha! Well he chose the name really :)

As for pops, like my mum, he stays away mostly. But every now and then, like once a month he pops in. I've warned them, and they stay away mostly, but I know they read every once in a while because I get a phonecall. Trust me. ;)

But I know Dad's not that innocent too. But mum reads it more than him.

tyrone said...

Still, once a month for me as a Pops would be then end of me.

So tell us what Mr 747 does for a living? Besides flights of fantasy.

Peas on Toast said...

He's a pilot.

Just kidding. Am not going to be talking about him much herein. Peas is going to be discreet for once in her life, out of respect for him.

tyrone said...

Fair enough. Can understand that.

Wouldn't like it if I was blogged about to be honest. Liking my privacy too much.

So I'm thinking work sucks right now.

Peas on Toast said...

Yeah. I'm the only person I know who has to have The Blog Talk with new on-the-scene men. It sucks, to be honest.

Most are very understanding, and have seemed to know about Peas On Toast already anyway - but like everything, there are boundaries. So little things, sure - because they're a part of my life. But at the end of the day, this site has got me into trouble before. And I want to think I've learnt from my mistakes.

The last ex was fine. He even started his own blog. And was fine about it. Mr 747 says he can handle it, but he won't be the focus of everything.