XMAS, NEW YEARS AND FACIAL INJURY WRAP-UP!
The Christmas season never ceases to amaze me. It creeps up on you until the second week of December, and then you’re in a whirlwind of wrapping paper, awesome (or unwanted!) presents, drinking, eating too much, drinking more, not drinking enough, drinking MORE, and coming through the other side in a whole different year to when you started. Dazed and confused, you start work again nursing a sore head and a whole bunch of fabulous memories.
This year was a little different for me; my memory missed a significant part of NYE Eve when I was drinking double-vodka-nothings on the beach with some close friends and I got lost after running from a policeman when he asked “Was that you letting off the fireworks?”. The correct thing to so would have been to say “Who Sir? Me Sir? NO Sir!”, the incorrect thing do to was to piss-bolt in the opposite direction, get lost on a different track, fight with a tree branch or 8 and to be found by a search party bleeding from a significant laceration to the head. And then to wake up the next morning with ZERO memory of what happened. Needless to say, I did the incorrect thing and suffered dearly in the form of the most massive hangover known to man or whoa-man. I had to host NYE at the Midnight Shift and after sleeping from 1pm till 9:30pm I slapped on some Betadine, “Ouch!”ed myself through putting on a face, and trundled up to the Shift at 11:30pm, fearing the mere smell of alcohol would render me both useless and covered in rainbow spew. SOMEHOW, by the grace of God and with Belinda by my side, I managed to hand out party poppers and lead the absolutely packed venue into the new decade with a fabulous countdown, a spot number and a great view of the fireworks on the plasmas.
After that, I finished my one and only red bull and rolled down the hill into to carefully wipe-off my make-up, trying to remove it all from open wounds, and dove into bed.
That was my New Years. Not traditionally exciting but a fantastic story nonetheless. I’ll omit the spewing into the gutter, swinging on a lamppost and falling into the man-made pool of pink liquid below, as it detracts slightly. But nonetheless, I look back and will never forget the year behind me.
Coming up this month, the Glamazons return to the Midnight Shift on Wednesdays to present Trixxx of the Trade and some fantabulous spot shows, and the first Twinktown of 2010 will be held at Slide Nightclub on Friday 22nd. The theme will shortly be announced, and we’ll be setting sail before you know it.
Have a magical week!
XXSS
Posted on Monday, January 4th, 2010 by Summer Salt under Glamazons, Social Flutterby, Special Performances | 1 Comment »
Poor Summer. Hilarious nonetheless
Glad you’re recovering well!