Party perfection

After every big dance party I feel compelled to start with, Oh what a night! And after the weekend it is hard not to do the same. Oh what a weekend!

Saturday night was the annual Sleaze Ball at Fox Studios, and this year they decided to condense the party area. We saw the event stretch over just the Hordern, City Live (I can’t remember what it’s called now) and the Dome, leaving the RHI for the cloakroom.

Condensing a party is sometimes a risk for organisers, but it worked wonderfully. Instead of stretching over many halls, we had all rooms pumping for the duration of the whole party. Well, while I was there anyway.

By the time I had finished work it was close to 3am. With my partner in crime, Beyonce G Spot, we skipped in, lacquered in our Fame lycra costumes (mental note: never wear lycra next to someone who is 25kg in weight).

Well, at least I entered the party -“ Beyonce, the silly bitch, left her ticket at Stonewall, but after a quick ride she soon joined me at the party.

And we had a hoot. The vibe was super friendly, there was a hall to suit all music tastes, and it seems the majority of partiers had come in costume, making the whole thing feel truly fabulous.

I didn’t get to see the two first shows, though I heard Katie Underwood was fantastic and just kept singing, which was a pleasant surprise instead of the usual one number then disappear.

I got to see the last show with two of my favourite performers. At last I got to see D-Vinyl on the big stage, and good to see the party wasn’t scared to throw a sexy drag king into the mix. Then to my utter delight, out shakes Miss Kitty Glitter.

Now I have worked with Kitty for many years and so I enjoyed her performance very much. To be honest she was so fabulous I almost cried. You rock Kitty! It was a great way for me to finish a party.

After a quick bus ride I was on the lounge resting for the next party on Sunday, Homesexual Gotham City. Thinking outside the square I decided to go as the not so pretty but very cheeky Penguin Lady-Lilly.

After many hours in the make-up chair I was transformed into a sight for sore eyes. Yes, my chances of picking up trade were just flushed down the toilet. With Courtney Act as the Riddler, arm in arm we soon gave the party a good shake up.

Courtney jumped around like a crazy person and I waddled behind to the amazement of many partygoers. I was pretty good, dammit. After freaking out as many as I could I decided to retreat to the sanctuary of my bed around 2am.