So last night I went to watch the wonderful Kerry Ellis in Oliver! (the exclamation mark is sadly part of the title… I wouldn’t have put it there otherwise just so’s you know)
I swiped myself a pair of freebies and asked the ether of facebook if anyone wanted to come with me, almost instantaneously, two of my gay buddies (who have never met each other) commented and began to fight it out over which one deserved the ticket more. To avoid the handbags at dawn, I promptly bagged myself another ticket and informed both Rich Boy and the Maestro that they could both come along.
It was only around the time I left the for theatre that I realised I was going out for the evening with two gay men, both of whom are single, attractive, and have decent careers.
Good lord! (I thought to myself) I have inadvertantly signed up to be a third wheel for the evening!
Hilarity ensued after the show – which was pretty good as far as thigh slapping cockney musicals go – when we cabbed it over to Soho House (lazy) and systematically drank our way through their wine list. Rich Boy, who is the one with the Soho House members card, waited for the Maestro to disappear to the bathroom before he turned to me and said;
“Tell me quickly – Maestro is gay, isn’t he?”
I scoffed, as only one with drunken memories from previous nights out burned forever into her eyelids can do, and replied with a rather nineties; “Uh… duh!”
The Maestro returned, and when Rich Boy wandered of in search of gold plated cigarettes he turned to me with EXACTLY the same question.
Seriously boys, sort your gaydar out.
So Rich Boy is going to take the Maestro out on a date. Bless. The most exciting part of my own personal evening was reading Maxie G’s latest blog on my blackberry (after receiving a text from Maxie that read: Sorry it’s late. Read. My. Blog. Xx) and then promptly dialling Vienna and screaming down the phone at the LEGENDARY woman.
I need to get me some.
Darn it, this whole ‘having a career’ thing is proving tricky to juggle with the old social life at the moment. I’ve almost forgotten what Nicole looks like. This needs recifying.
Not tonight though. For tonight… we sleep.
*BEADS FLOWERS FREEDOM HAPPINESS*