Sunday Stash #250 – Hong Uver

Keeping it real today, and you best believe I am so hung over that my alcohol-soaked sparkles could combust with the tiniest of sparks! So let’s not get too flaming around here today! This weekend is Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras, celebrating forty years of fabulousness. I went out last night with tens of thousands of my closest friends and marched down Oxford street throwing glitter into the wind. Then we had a little boogie oogie oogie, at a dance party with thirteen thousand fellow revellers, and I think my jelly is still wobbling!

So pardon my preciousness, but like, here’s some blue fabric. It’s pretty. It’s nautical and I’m kind of feeling sea sick. Waves. Can someone pass the Pepto? Hold on tight, baby. Have the walls always been furry? No, okay, drip drop, jazz hands!

And here’s some orange fabric. Can you spot the batik? I love you always forever, amen. Donna Lewis where have you been? Is the room spinning or did someone turn the disco lights back on? Wait, why is the ceiling upside down? Sequins, never enough sequins.

Oh Madonna, show me the Ray of Light, because I think I need to lie down. While I rest my head on my stiletto for a few minutes someone rack up some shots. I’m gonna be ready to do it all again in just two minutes. Yes, okay, let’s go. Never stop, not for whatever.

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