T's Blog Point Zero Zero Four
This is how you imagine it... Sunfilled Sydney summer night. Girls night out on the agenda. Heels, dresses and tossled locks. Tall glasses packed with ice and cocktails being carried over by hot hot bar staff Dancing the night away with sexy moves and sexier tunes... But in reality... Getting ready... Humidity, hairdryers and long Italian locks do not mix. Hair had to be done in 5min intervals otherwise the sweat pouring from my forehead would drip and run back into the very same hair I had just washed. The beginning... A group of girls -instead of sitting seductively on the lounges, legs crossed, flashy high heels - sat with arms outreached and propped outwards, to the side - like you see in cartoons when somebody has two broken arms supported by two metal rods - and needing to fan the dresses from their legs upwards, ever so slightly, to circulate air to spots that desperating needed fanning. A group of dirty sanchez men, even though they were covered in a cloud of their own stale to...