For Glenn’s birthday we decided to go a party we’d seen advertised at the CTICC. We booked the tickets, went to the beach, and then Jem and I went shopping to see if we could find an outfit to wear. We went to every shop selling women’s clothes in the mall and tried on every dress we could find. We discovered that perhaps going to the beach on the same day wasn’t the best plan as we were both striped with burnt skin and ridiculous tan lines. Eventually when the mall was about to close we went back to the first shop we’d been to and bought a dress each, a clutch purse each and shoes to match.
After getting ready we set off to the party and on arriving realized that maybe we’d missed some part of vital information about the dress code. There we all were smartly dressed when the people queing to get in were mostly dressed up as something to do with China. There were a hell of a lot of people dressed up as pandas and also strangely a lot of men just wearing pants. Feeling slightly out of place the person in front of us in the que looked at us and said ‘I don’t get it’ (referring to out outfits). He was wearing some form of dress and had a feather duster. It seems Maid In China was the theme and not the name of the party. We obviously didn’t get the memo. When we got inside we each got a Chinese temporary tattoo spray painted onto our skin as an attempt to fit in a little better. Jem and I got a Chinese dragon on our cheeks while Glenn got a dragon on his chest. He did seem to get a lot of attention from the gay men who all seemed a little disappointed when he introduced them to his wife.
After getting ready we set off to the party and on arriving realized that maybe we’d missed some part of vital information about the dress code. There we all were smartly dressed when the people queing to get in were mostly dressed up as something to do with China. There were a hell of a lot of people dressed up as pandas and also strangely a lot of men just wearing pants. Feeling slightly out of place the person in front of us in the que looked at us and said ‘I don’t get it’ (referring to out outfits). He was wearing some form of dress and had a feather duster. It seems Maid In China was the theme and not the name of the party. We obviously didn’t get the memo. When we got inside we each got a Chinese temporary tattoo spray painted onto our skin as an attempt to fit in a little better. Jem and I got a Chinese dragon on our cheeks while Glenn got a dragon on his chest. He did seem to get a lot of attention from the gay men who all seemed a little disappointed when he introduced them to his wife.
The venue was huge. The CTICC is a lot like the NEC and has huge rooms with concrete floors that can all be opened out to form a maze of different rooms. They had really gone all out with the decorations and each room was hung with Chinese lanterns, decorated with dragons and had a different dj playing various styles of music. There was a large stage outside with live bands including Kissy Sellout and various others that I can’t remember as some parts of the evening are a bit hazy. When I got chatting to an English guy outside he explained that this was a gay party held every year with a different theme. That would explain the amount of men dressed in bizarre outfits then.
It was really good fun. There’s nothing like a gay party to have a good time at, everyone was so friendly and just out to have a laugh. We danced all night and drank a fair amount until we ran out of money. Unfortunately the cash point had broken by that time so I decided to try to persuade the guys at the Jagermeister stand to give me a free shot. They were very charming but were reluctant to give me a free drink, until their very lovely manager (and boyfriend of our landlady) paid for it himself. They also gave me a vest top, hat, key chain and stuck Jagermeister letters across my back. After this we were starting to run out of steam (and decided Jemma had had enough to drink) so decided to head home. Thinking it was still early I was disappointed with our performance, but then realized it was 4am. Not so bad after all.
It was really good fun. There’s nothing like a gay party to have a good time at, everyone was so friendly and just out to have a laugh. We danced all night and drank a fair amount until we ran out of money. Unfortunately the cash point had broken by that time so I decided to try to persuade the guys at the Jagermeister stand to give me a free shot. They were very charming but were reluctant to give me a free drink, until their very lovely manager (and boyfriend of our landlady) paid for it himself. They also gave me a vest top, hat, key chain and stuck Jagermeister letters across my back. After this we were starting to run out of steam (and decided Jemma had had enough to drink) so decided to head home. Thinking it was still early I was disappointed with our performance, but then realized it was 4am. Not so bad after all.
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