October 2006
13/10/06 - Scary thought, Friday the 13th. Lesser trannies wouldn't have ventured out. OK don't kid yourself girl. And judging by the numbers at Pink Punters that's obviously a blatent lie. But more of Pink Punters later.
Not seen Vanessa in what seemed like an age, so the opportunity to see her new flat and get to go to Pink Punters for the TV Chix monthly bash was too good an opportunity to miss. I'd been dying to see V since her move.
And what a lovely place. Nice big bedroom to spread my clothes around (makes choosing what to wear so much easier). Not to mention getting the bathroom to myself as V has her own en-suite, yessssssss. Anyway, won't bore you with the domestics.
I pinched a cream layered skirt (you can see it in the gallery on some of the other pages) my own black cowl-neck top and my favourite (read comfortable) two-and-a-half inch black sude court shoes and light-tan tights.
We got away half-nine and arrived at PP just after ten. We certainly weren't the first to arrive.
It's been a while since last there, so it was the first time I'd seen the new layout on the ground floor - there's a new area behind the bar where you can actually hold a conversation!
So, when I bumped into Pam (a total stranger) I actually found out she lived only two miles from me.
Can't really say a lot more happened other than talking to a sweet transvestite of only 22. Admiring her pencil thin eyebrows I asked her how she got away with people seeing them like that in boy mode. "They just think I'm a pretty boy", she said.
After having drunk too much on account of not being able to taste single Barcardi & Cokes with all the coke they put in them, and having to resort to doubles, V took me back to her place way after I should've been tucked up in bed.
If you were there and I talked to you but don't recall, please forgive me. ;)