The theme was to dress up as someone else -- we drew lots and most guys ended up as girls and vice versa -- but it ended up more like a party for trannies and crossdressers. There was the Seattle Girl gone mad with purple hair and hula antics, the amble-bosom TPL with super solid neh neh that was prodded endlessly the whole night, and tudung-and-boxer wearing Gaya who was decidedly non-Halal. May have to get permission from the guilty parties before I circulate their pix here, though.
The night ended in a juvenile [but hilarious, nonetheless] game of Sardines in the numerous rooms in that big house. Ginnie had to hide and the rest of us had to look for her and join her in her hiding place.
So there we were, more and more of us squashed and prone on top of a double decker bed. There was the danger of being discovered, of the bed collapsing onto the puffer fish in the tank below, and of asphyxiation and giggling to death.
Ginnie, donch go!
food diary
lor mee
two glasses home-made barley
smoked salmon salad
unwanted green mussels from pizza topping
half an Aphrodisiac [chocolate mousse cake which is THE official cake of the Romancing Singapore movement!]
one Beebee
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