So I did actually head up to watch the parade last night.
Mardi Gras' 30th Year...
Upon first arriving on Oxford Street we were greeted by a physical biff between two very gay men... so we moved off Oxford St to Flinders St which was a little less testy and met up with our team, later joined by our Canadian to make 3 guys and 3 gals, so very balanced! Finally we had a reason to pay attention to the bare breasted women in the parade "hey girls - have a look over there" ... as we looked for more palatable options. The parade continued in it's usual style - with a mix of well organised and all-over-the-place floats, some very sexy moments, some big pauses between groups and some true moments of pride , especially with groups representing the police, fire brigades, surf life savers and armed forces being represented in force. Of course there was more, and despite feeling early in the evening that I really wanted to go home, I was glad I didn't.
Oh and despite a slightly cool breeze, it was a perfect evening weather wise!
I can't tell you about the pary - but perhaps a few of you revellers out there can fill us in?
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The party left me a little cold to be honest. It was good seeing O N-J belting out Xanadu but very shortly after I curled up in bed.
I'm sorry to hear that. I was hoping your Kylie fantasy would come real and Mr right would materialise in the smoke... another time perhaps.
I must say, I'm with Brenton on the party. But I will have a post produced in the next day or two to explain why I still managed to have a FABULOUS MG! ;-)
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