27 February, 2006
Monsieur les Danseur
I had a great weekend. It kicked off on Friday night at Black and Blue - a great bar in Mayfair with FBF (Flatmate/Best Friend) and CSL (Crazy Spanish Lady). A glass of wine after work turned in to four bottles (as it happens) and I had the gayest conversation ever in the bathroom.
I was in the cubicle peeing when I heard a conversation at the urinals ("Walk on By" was being pumped through the speakers):
Young Muscle Mary Gay: Is this music Burt Bacharach?
Older Distinguished Suited Mayfair Gent: Yes, I think it is actually
Young Muscle Mary Gay: and is this Aretha Franklin singing? *Ziggy winces*
Older Distinguished Suited Mayfair Gent: Yes, yes I think it might be. *Ziggy winces further and walks out of the cubicle*
Ziggy: um, it definitely isn't Aretha Franklin - I can't remember the name of the singer but I know it starts with a 'D'
Young Muscle Mary Gay: Dionne Warwick! That's it!!
When I returned to the table with FBF and CSL, I shared this incredibly gay conversation and did a little dance to gay it up some more. At this point CSL christened me with a new title:
Monsieur les Danseur. I'm loving my new title sick.