Maxi marches on

It seems to go so fast, years seem to roll into one, NYE celebrations are quickly swept up for the next party to come along.

To say my NYE weekend was huge would have to be an understatement. Not only did I find myself working all through the weekend, I also decided that I could party like one of the young kids too.

Oh, I was sorely mistaken -“ I’m sitting here in front of my computer in a daze hoping that whatever comes out onto the screen makes sense.

But let me start at the beginning. NYE started with a bang, performing at Stonewall to a packed crowd. The new year really was looking good already.

After the shows were finished it was a mad dash downstairs at the Midnight Shift. I was doing the late shift while Penny Tration’s daughter Tora Hymen did the warm-up set. As usual downstairs was packed and everyone had only one thing in their mind and that was welcoming the new year in style.

One thing that did worry me on Saturday night was once again the number of dickheads out and about. I know I say it each week, but it is getting a little ridiculous when it seems you have to justify yourself walking down the street that claims to be the gayest street in Australia.

Thus my first resolution for 2006: let’s make Oxford Street gayer again. Calling all poofs and dykes, I want to see lots of holding hands in public and kissing on the strip.

The first of January was a day to remember. With temperatures hitting the 40s, many found comfort in pools or on the harbour. I found myself dipped in sunscreen and floating around Fuchsia Star’s pool for hours trying to prepare myself for the night’s work ahead.

Firstly it was a private party on the harbour, which in theory sounds great. But mix 40-degree heat with wind that rocked the boat around like crazy plus my problem with seasickness and you had a recipe for disaster. I spent most of my time on the boat hanging over the edge throwing up. That’s even after taking a fist full of motion sickness tablets.

Needless to say my trip was cut very short with me jumping ship as soon as I could. After quickly gathering my thoughts I made my way to the Homesexual party.

It was my first Homesexual and I have to say I had a hoot. I ran around with friends most of the evening, and had a jolly good time. I soon forgot about my terrible time on the water.

Monday I was up again like a trouper, working at Stonewall, showing everyone that showgirls are in a league of their own. I got home on Tuesday night and now find myself trying to string words together.

Resolution 2: start to settle down and act my age. Just because the young kids can party all weekend doesn’t mean I can.