Of course after we were ready we had a photo shoot. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT NORMAL PEOPLE DO. Mrs Woog was resplendent in a fabulous kaftan. I sent her husband a text message informing him that I may have my way with his wife. He didn’t reply strangely enough…?
I tried to have my photo taken but they kept looking like this. Attractive isn’t it?
She was trying to explain to me that you need to put your hands on your waist as it makes you look thin. I think the look here is deranged Mother drunk on freedom.
Here. I tried again. It’s a bit better. Do you love the frock? I LOVE THE FROCK. It was so comfortable and it even swished when I walked. I felt like a lady in it and I look forward to many wears of it over the years.
Sydney traffic was particularly nasty. I CURSED it knowing that the 35 minutes that we were late were 35 minutes we were missing out on fancy champagne. I thought there might be some French on offer you see, and my thoughts were realised when I was handed a glass of Piper as I exited from the LIFT in the house outside to a perfect Sydney evening.
The house was extraordinary. Every where you looked was some FANCY. And you know how I like me some fancy, it just didn’t disappoint. Art work that was beyond comprehension. Sculptures (the real deal of original sculptures), paintings, views, gardens. I particularly liked the number of staff willing to pour me another glass of champagne. The crowd was pretty tame. Lots of grey suits and lots of pants suits on women. I looked around at my old world of finance and was very glad with where I am now.
You know you are in a fancy house when it has an entertainment SECTION. Dealing specifically with entertaining it had a full bar (as in like something out of a night club), lounges in and out, and many toilets for guests – ladies and men of course. I trotted in there after my 23rd champagne to ‘freshen up’ and was blown away with the 3 or 4 MARBLE CUBICLES. Who has that? In a private home? I was sitting there, looking around when I noticed something peculiar on the floor. WHAT WAS THAT?
Upon investigation, and of course photographic evidence, I realised we were dealing with a pair of knickers! SAUCY. Those grey suits had a bit of fire in their belly yet!
The sun set and we were eventually ushered out (of course we were some of the last to leave). It was very nice to spend 2 hours pretending that this was a completely normal thing to do on a Thursday night.
The champagne may have been flowing but the food was a bit light on so Mrs W and I headed straight for some Chinese on the way home. Because we are classy like that. We went and checked on our plate that we forced poor Stanley, the owner, to let us sign when we had dinner there a few months ago. The cabinets are usually filled with Rugby League stars and ACTUAL celebrities, but we now have our very own plate in there too. See?
And then we made the waitress take a photo of us with our plate. See how Mrs W still manages her fancy pose? Even after 45 Cloudy Bay’s? I look less than fresh, it’s safe to say.
We stumbled home eating our honey prawns straight out of the container because we couldn’t wait a second longer, burning our mouths, laughing and talking the night away.
Mrs Woog is giving away one of the kaftan’s that she wore…be sure to go and enter her giveaway here!