March 2004 |
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I'm on holidays. Yay! Two weeks of doing fun things. Actually, I did very little other than a few chores that I'd been putting off all the way up to the Friday. Then Jimi and I decided to do something. We went to the beach. Jimi's favourite beach, Lady Bay. It's only a small beach and it's a nude beach and it's a gay beach. So much for my long worked on tan line. The beach was packed. Not surprising really, tomorrow is Mardi Gras and most of the tourists have arrived, ready to party. The beach had a great vibe about it too - you could tell that it was Mardi Gras. There were even cruise boats loaded with large numbers of men and playing dance music cruising past along with boys windsurfing by. Very Caribbean. The next day was the Mardi Gras Parade and Party. The next day was also pissing down and I spent the entire day soaked to the bone. I was building a float for the parade so I worked all day getting it together. I managed to fuck my shoulder while doing it and as a result (as well as being very tired) didn't really enjoy the party after the parade at all. It was a shame really, I wasn't going to do a float this year. I was going to just do the party and enjoy myself. It seems that I am one of the few people in this city who have any experience in being the "Technical Producer" of a float. In any case, the Mardi Gras Party was one of the best in quite a few years. It was hot and sweaty and sleazy and sexy. Unfortunately I spent almost all of it sitting down just watching everyone else have a good time. I eventually headed home and crashed into bed. (eventually being almost 8am - someone must have spiked my drink!) So, that's strike 2 for the Mardi Gras season. Sunday night was a Queer Nation Party at Home. I headed in with Jimi, Greig and Brad. Once again the pain in my shoulder was killing my night and I spent a large part of it sitting down trying to find a comfortable position. I eventually gave up when Greig and Brad said that they were heading off. I left with them at about 4am and hit the sack again. Strike 3. While I was at the party I did run into a friend of mine, Peter, who as well as being a photographer is also an excellent masseur. When I saw him then I told him that he would be seeing me very soon to look at my shoulder. I saw him on Monday night and he gave me an wonderful 2 hour massage, but confirmed that I had strained a muscle near my shoulder-blade. It was in pretty bad shape. I'd also managed to bruise some muscle in my ribs, but couldn't work out how. It took the whole month and 3 massages to get the shoulder fixed. My ribs are still a bit sore. So, with my battered and bruised body, I spent the rest of the week trying to stay still in the most comfortable position I could. Not exactly how I intended to use my holiday, but such is life. Ma(rk), the guy who organised the Mardi Gras float that I worked on held his regular post-Mardi Gras party the following weekend. I still wasn't in much of a mood for partying, but headed over for a few hours. Had a nice chat to a few guys there and once again dragged my battered and bruised body back to bed.  Rugger I have a new project now. I am the adopted web-slave for the Sydney Convicts Rugby Team. These guys are a GLBT all inclusive, all singing, all dancing rugby team. (OK, they don't sing.) I went over and watched one of their matches and took some photographs for the web site. Now, I can be a pretty kinky bastard, but I just don't understand the attraction of having your face ground into the grass while a dozen huge guys jump on top of you while all trying to knee you in your balls. It takes all types, I guess. The following week they held a fund raiser at the Midnight Shift. The place was packed, a great show of support for the guys. As part of the evening a group of the players did a "Full Monty" show on the stage. Now these guys are footballers - not dancers. It was fun to watch. The crowd loved it. Apart from that, it's been a very quiet month for me. I'm still licking my wounds from Mardi Gras, but hopefully I'll be back in the full swing of things before too much longer. |
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