Aside from a big night out last Saturday night with family, otherwise we have only been out twice for dinner since Christmas. We instigated a dinner Saturday night at our much liked venue, The Dick Whittington Hotel in St Kilda. We really like the Dick.
It was to be us two, Brighton Antique Dealer and Our Hairdresser Friend. It grew to our Brother Friends coming, and BAD asked two of her gay male friends to come along. Madame Mine Host of The Dick greeted us warmly.
It was really a good night, with so much laughter. BAD's two friends, who we thought might be bitchy old bitter queens were nothing like that. They had both been stage performers and really nice and interesting blokes.
I don't know how I do it, but I do manage to make people laugh. The laughter was uproarious when star signs were being discussed, I think that was after how as all of us discussed eating when youngsters of tinned two fruits with ice cream. The star signs, I'm a crab, confessed one. Yeah crabs here too, said the other, which gained a titter. BAD said she was a Virgo. I clapped my hand over my mouth and made a shrieking exaggerated laugh. Ok, maybe you had to have been there, but boy did people laugh.
One dinner guest said he has seen Carmen where we will see La Boheme in Sydney, and he loved it. BAD said the acoustics for outdoor opera are terrible and she would never consider seeing one, but she has been to outdoor jazz performances.
It really was such a fun evening, but me having worked all day and working the next day, we called it quits a bit after 9.30.