On Saturday evening I spent too much time avoiding the Mardi Gras Parade to gather any interesting material from the event. Actually, I’ve resolved to no longer work Mardi Gras night as it’s one huge traffic jam with packs of young drunken thrillseekers.
Last night, however, was nearly as busy without the craziness. Here’s a couple of encounters...
A tall transvestite (is there any other type?) travelled with a gay mate to the Cyndi Lauper concert.
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GM: There was a really good band at the party (Mardi Gras)
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TT: Oh..?
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GM: Yeah, they’re called Grafton Primary
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TT: Aren’t they that underage band..?
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GM: (laughing) Actually, they did look pretty young.
Silly middle-aged queens, Grafton Primary are old boys.
After midnight I waited outside a city nightclub hosting a gay party and watched an extremely officious doorman make a fella empty his pockets to reveal a small plastic bag. The doorman quickly pocketed it then allowed the fella inside. A minute later the item was passed to another doorman, who may been a security supervisor.
A gay fella then climbed aboard complaining, “What a bitch!” He’d been barred from entering after refusing to hand over his drugs. “Because my friends said they weren’t doing searches I didn’t bother putting the pills in my undies.” So he sold his $50 ticket to someone in the queue and headed to another party.
Early this morning a bloke around sixty years old hailed me in Surry Hills. He carried a shopping bag from which protruded a leather riding crop. I asked him, “Are you a jockey or a thrillseeker?” He explained that the bag contained sex toys and whatnot for adventures with his cross-dressing partner.
I wondered what happened to the toys after a break-up. ”Would you introduce old toys to a new partner," I asked, "or buy new equipment?” “No way,” he snorted. “They’re too bloody expensive to throw away.” A budget-conscious thrillseeker.
Eeeeeewww... I'm going immediately to listen to some Doris Day to get that image out of my head...
Posted by: Goldstein | March 03, 2008 at 12:32 PM
Good idea not to work on Mardi Gras night, the only good one I had was when I landed a job to Hornsby at 6pm and stayed there for the next 6 hours. As to the drunken thrill seekers, it is very disappointing to see that Mardi Gras has grown too big for its own boots and instead of attracting tolerant people who support its cause, [it is a civil rights march not a Carnival] it has drawn in a crowd that is there "to look at the poofs".
And I very much doubt that Doris didn't get dirty.
Posted by: Rainer.the.cabbie | March 03, 2008 at 05:27 PM
mardi gra nite was huge over here on the north side you got to get out of the city sometimes adrian and go where the real money is.(maybe i shouldn't be telling you tcs guys that there already are to many silver service taxi's trying to steal our work over here)
Posted by: manly cabbie | March 04, 2008 at 01:42 PM