As our Indian/Fijian friend has bolted to Fiji to be with his family, we feel deserted as we are used to celebrating the Indian festival of lights, Diwali, with him at this time of the year.
His partner called us and asked if we would like to go to the celebration of the same at Fed Square. As no one had invited us to an orgy, a party or a meal, and our toy boy had not called us, so we said yes.
It was freezing cold but we made the best of it. We listened to some music and watched some dancing, queued and pushed and got some food, found a nice place for coffee in sight of the entertainments, then had a Heineken to quench our thirst after the very salty curries.
Then a state pollie came on and gave an over long speech, followed by Lord Mayor So. Many cheers and then the Indian Consul General. It was to wrap up by nine with fireworks, but given we had started to shiver, we thought it best to leave after a couple of hours.
Had it have been a warmish night, it would have been terrific. It was just so cold. Eye candy? Plenty. Hair product in men with thick black healthy hair, plenty. Dark skin, plenty. White and blonde, just R and me, ouor friend and a couple of others? Indian men with white chicks, five.
Ran into one workmate who I don't know well. I thought he was Anglo Indian, would seem not. Said hi, pinched his thigh and kept going. Crowd estimate, three thousand.
I suppose I could become a curry queen if the option presented itself. There were some very good looking men there, if you like smooth brown skin types.