If someone could please explain to me the phenomenon that drives us humans to go ballistic when a dress up theme is promoted, I would happily defy all the commands of my hangover right now and jump for joy.
Hookers Ball translated = DARWIN LETS LOOSE!!
The beauty of the theme was the simplicity. Didn’t have the time or the resources to go all out?? Easy, just strip off to your undies! I swear though, I don’t think I have seen so many G-Strings and suspenders in full swing since Mardi Gras 2004. Twas definitely a sight of a lifetime, as with the line up outside snaking its raunchy way a good 50 metres from the door. The line bewildered me a touch and in fact made me hesitant to go in. Are they seriously going to be able to fit all of us pimps and tarts in? But like a shag in an airplane bathroom, squeeze us in they did, possibly not being the most comfortable, but definitely worth the effort.
I was so proud of us all though, the general psyche seemed to be, the more horrendous the get up, the more gold stars awarded. Call me crazy or a touch bashful, but some ensembles you couldn’t have paid me to wear in the bedroom, let alone in public! Any reservations I had about flashing a bit of skin scampered out the window when I saw that full body fishnet and the ever so desirable foam penis.
And Tara. Our beloved Tara. What a stage presence. And what great taste in fancy dress. Although not kitted out herself, she had sound judgment in awarding best dressed to a herd of cowboys and a dead sexy angel. I was more than happy to agree with her decisions, and also her bold statement that she ‘loves Australia!’ Good on ya Reidy, I love Australia too.
Trashy? Yes. Over the top? You bet. Riotous? Expect nothing less. Did Mr Mangled meet Little Miss Tangled? I’d reckon they not only shook hands, but dirty danced all the way to the after party, and got nookie in
the corner.
Dare I pose the question as to what more there need be to have a ball on a Sunday night? A Hookers ball at that? I’ll tell you one thing. Perhaps a picture or two to commemorate the night and show our grandkids the things that we used to do for fun ‘when we were young’. But alas. The ultra controversial ‘no cameras allowed’ rule deemed that all the tits and bums and leathers and feathers escaped undocumented. Blasphemous I know for Xpose to come home from such and evening with no naughty pics for you to peruse. But wait! Don’t lay the blame so easily! It wasn’t our fault! It was all to do with protecting the ‘crystal clean’ image of the infamous host of the Hookers Ball 21st Birthday!!
Lesson learned from the evening:
Just because you can breed, it doesn’t necessarily mean that
you should.
Are you one of the participants of this years Hookers Ball? Tell us what you thought of the night and we'll