Hitting a GB party usually means getting drunk while dressing furiously, checking yourself out regularly in the full-length mirror, and playful 'gal-pal' phone conversations with Inner Circle members. Not that any of us treat GB parties with so much prominence, but you have to admit: going to Velocity to dance your twinkle toes off, hitting on cute hunks, and jiving to that latest track from Don does get the adrenaline pumping.
Decided look of the night: Gay Preppie College Boy.
Mix: Blue T-Shirt with big white DISCO letters asking cockily Can You Afford Me? worn over white and blue striped full-sleeve shirt, Benetton style, teamed with white three-fourths, white sneakers and white ankle socks.
Net effect: Uttery Devastating. CT preens before full-length mirror for a full ten minutes, and glugs a glasss of red wine, before skipping down the stairs of his apartment building and hopping into a cab.
Velocity is rocking tonight! Hugs galore with Gay Journo Activist at door, and then we're through. Apologies to Allygatorlover for not making his party last week, schmooze schmooze, sometimes I like to play the social butterfly, flit, flit, fly. The DJ is playing iconic tracks like I Will Survive and YMCA, and CT is jumping up and down ecstatically, accusing Hotel Boy of being a Bihari-type because he wants to ditch the upper lounge for the lower level which is playing Beedi at the momemt. This is a complete 'egads' moment, and I admit I'm a snooty prick.
Spied in the corner: Parsi couple engaging in latino dance steps, a lot of silly twirling and pansy sidestepping. Screams out loud: wannabe. Yawn, yawn, especially since both are complete nerdy types whom nobody else would want to sleep with. Steps go wrong in a bout of wilfulness, and one Parsi flings his hand at Hotel Boy's drink, spilling it. Mortification.
Leave it to the masters, dah-lings: CT steps onto the podium with Sexy Parsi, and the two set about grabbing eyeballs immediatelly. Variety of sexy moves, thrusts and jhatkas, and I looove dancing with Sexy Parsi. The boy has oodles of attitude and oomph. ;-)
Eye Candies from bygone era: There was Steamy Irani and Muscled Event Guy who sauntered over to hug. Sweet and surprising, and it took a lot of willpower to not go over and dirty-dance with them, because I know what that will lead to - the inevitable question between breathless bouts of passionate kissing on the dance floor: your place or mine? Instead, I kept on chanting to myself, You have a boyfriend, you have a boyfriend, and focused all my slutty energies on SnowWhite's Stepmother - which really doesn't count. CT pushes SS down on the couch and mounts him, performing a very raunchy lapdance that goes down in the annals of GB party sights.
SMS sent during the course of the party to Boy: At t Diwali GB party and I miss you. We're gonna be great when we dance together again, darlling. *smiley face* I love you.
Yes, I know it's 4-fuckin-a.m in the morning now, and I'm a taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad high right now, but my Boy is beeeeaaaa-yooooo-teeee-ful. *bashful grin*
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