The widow highriser sits at home alone tonight. R has gone to see the Rocky Horror Show in town. I joined him and friends for a nice meal at the Lemon Bistro (Thai) before they went to the show. One friend went into town to buy Chinese New Year greeting cards and happened to pop his head into the box office, and discovered tickets for $50 each, cheap. He bought three, thinking I would not want to go. I could have at the last minute, but I have an early start in the morning and I was not mentally prepared for it.
Besides, the heat has given me a headache and I have hardly even been out in it today, being a non working day.
I bought a bottle of wine to have with our dinner. R only had one and half glasses and I hate to waste wine, and so felt compelled to finish the bottle.
Depending on the viewpoint, wine and me in public places either works extremely well or extremely badly. You judge.
As I walked to the tram stop along Little Bourke Street, I was overcum with lust. Cute Asian bois, macho Asian guys, blond Scandinavian backpackers, Aussies and Kiwis in town for the tennis. Lust, lust, lust. I want them all!
I was determined to catch an air con tram home, and along came a big one bound for St Kilda. Well, that did not help the situation at all. Heaps of hot young men on the tram and bare flesh everywhere.
Keep your sons at home Mrs Worthington or make sure I just stay at home.