I had the most amzaing time yesterday and it is all thanks to a most unexpected and loved mastermind, co-mastermind and a very special band of accomplices that made the whole evening possible. I've had the best surprise birthday ever. Thank you, thank you. I should be duly ashamed should I even begin to ask for anymore.
Good enough to eat.
Dinner was at the Upper Club at Chijmes with the mastermind, a swish ballroom dancing joint that serves the most amazing melt-in-your-mouth foie gras (don't hate me Psychic S!). We were the only ones at the joint till mid way through our tenderloin and chicken mains, we were joined by 2 tai tais and their charming filipino ken doll toys. We finished our mains and entertained ourselves with other people's affairs and noticed more and more tai tai's streaming, each of them coming to meet their toy boys at the club. It was the most bizarre experience and mastermind kept going on about how it was a completely David Lynch moment, I concured. It was as if we were spiralled into a completely different sordid world. Gone the classy feel from an hour before, hello sleaze and dank heaviness of sex, viva erotica. The whole joint suddenly felt like the Milkbar scene in A Clockwork Orange. The toy boys, lips poised ready to sip milk-plus served from the nippled breasted goodness of their coin-operated mannequin Tai Tais. Their minds intoxicated and laced to get them ready for a bit of the ol' "ultra-dance floor-violence" and some "in out in out" that would naturally follow. The almost teenaged like boys, wearing zoned-out, pathological expressions on their faces, smiles plastered, shoes changed, all ready. Hello the underground world of the rich and famous.
We rolled out of the club giddy with amazement and discovery and were awakened by the sound and smell of heavy pouring rain. "Let's hide out somewhere for awhile and wait this out", said the mastermind.
"Sure!"
We found Liberte and pitched tent in a corner of the cosy bar. The next 15mins that followed was a complete blur with the burst of song and cake from the hiding accomplices and recounting of the entire surprise mission that was formulated since Sunday with much help from co-mastermind. I could have cried.
Thank you all for making the rite of becoming 26 a night to truly remember. I'm going to Perth for the holidays. Thank you, mastermind.
Good enough to eat.
Dinner was at the Upper Club at Chijmes with the mastermind, a swish ballroom dancing joint that serves the most amazing melt-in-your-mouth foie gras (don't hate me Psychic S!). We were the only ones at the joint till mid way through our tenderloin and chicken mains, we were joined by 2 tai tais and their charming filipino ken doll toys. We finished our mains and entertained ourselves with other people's affairs and noticed more and more tai tai's streaming, each of them coming to meet their toy boys at the club. It was the most bizarre experience and mastermind kept going on about how it was a completely David Lynch moment, I concured. It was as if we were spiralled into a completely different sordid world. Gone the classy feel from an hour before, hello sleaze and dank heaviness of sex, viva erotica. The whole joint suddenly felt like the Milkbar scene in A Clockwork Orange. The toy boys, lips poised ready to sip milk-plus served from the nippled breasted goodness of their coin-operated mannequin Tai Tais. Their minds intoxicated and laced to get them ready for a bit of the ol' "ultra-dance floor-violence" and some "in out in out" that would naturally follow. The almost teenaged like boys, wearing zoned-out, pathological expressions on their faces, smiles plastered, shoes changed, all ready. Hello the underground world of the rich and famous.
We rolled out of the club giddy with amazement and discovery and were awakened by the sound and smell of heavy pouring rain. "Let's hide out somewhere for awhile and wait this out", said the mastermind.
"Sure!"
We found Liberte and pitched tent in a corner of the cosy bar. The next 15mins that followed was a complete blur with the burst of song and cake from the hiding accomplices and recounting of the entire surprise mission that was formulated since Sunday with much help from co-mastermind. I could have cried.
Thank you all for making the rite of becoming 26 a night to truly remember. I'm going to Perth for the holidays. Thank you, mastermind.