So she is finally back!!!
It has been WAY TO LONG. I have always been a huge Madonna fan over the years but the last few albums have been fun but lacked the edginess that she previously achieved.
I remember when I first heard Like A Virgin years ago at a friend's place... I think I was about 6 or 7 and knew I was hooked. I remember that my aunt actually bought me my first cassette tape for my birthday of Like A Virgin that year and my poor brother knows many of her lyrics from my constant playing of her music, I think I went through about 4 cassette tapes by constantly playing and rewinding.
My first CD was I'm Breathless and I spent hours dancing around the lounge room pretending to Vogue with a couple of my friends and once again my poor brother knows the lyrics to this song too.
When I was 14 and at High School I remember it was announced that Madonna would be touring to Sydney and being the spoilt brat that I was had my father's receptionist call Ticketek on the day of sale and book 3 tickets for my friends and I. From memory I think our concert was cancelled due to wet weather and rescheduled for November. The Girlie Show was amazing (from what I saw as we were like 4kms away from the stage and she looked like a tiny match stick dancing around with feather boas!).
The following year at High School when studying music we had to do a presentation on our favourite composer or musician and given a list of all these classical composers and at the bottom it listed the option of our choice so of course I chose Madonna. It was about this time that her book Sex has been banned from some bookshops and I decided I would do a presentation and include pictures from this book. Finding a copy of this book was near impossible as it was before the time of the internet and I don't know how many various bookshops I called asked about it and could not locate a copy... one of my dad's smart arse clients suggested that I could call Club X!
It was also around this time that I was starting to question my sexuality and spent HOURS in my room listening to the albums Erotica and Bedtime Stories. Deeper and Deeper is still one of my favourite songs. I just wish I could remember who I lent both these CDs as I no longer have them in my collection.
At the age of 19 I decided that I would save and travel to New York just as Madonna had... I had no idea what I was going to do, I was playing with the idea of being an actor as Madonna had (I didn't say she was any good at it!). Got to New York organised a few auditions for some drama schools and must have been good as I was accepted into the American Academy of Dramatic Art, Stella Adler and the Neighborhood Playhouse (why I didn't go is another story!). Had an absolute blast in New York and it was about this time that I met my really good friend Vanessa.
So in 2002 I decided to move to London and happened to land a job managing a theatre in the West End. It was announced in the March that Madonna would be playing in an Australian play called Up For Grabs by David Williamson. Through my contacts I was able to organise tickets for the opening that happened to be my birthday. For some reason unknown to me the play was delayed and we ended up going on my birthday but it was the preview. Great birthday present but it was a very stiff performance by Madonna. I think the entire audience was full of gay men. It just so happens that a very good friend of mine happened to arrive in London and she happened to get a ticket.
The night of the performance ended up being one of those night where you look back and go WTF. After the performance we decided we would go get a drink and chat but as we walked past stage door there was a stamped by her fans and we had to almost push ourselves against the wall to avoid the 300+ people screaming and pushing to try and see Madonna. As we walked to the hotel we saw this little man being pushed by a black man next to a gold rolls royce (it happened to be Jay Kay from Jamiroquai being punched by a bouncer for sitting on his gold rolls royce) as we entered the hotel where my friend was staying we were both asked for ID and walked towards to bar... little did we know we gatecrashed the wrap party for Attack of the Clones!
After almost 14 years in ticketing friends and family always ask why have a stayed in the industry as long as I have... and the answer is simple, so I can get a good ticket to a Madonna concert. She hasn't toured to Australia since 1993 so I have been waiting for a very long time and she better not change her mind this year!
So yes the influence of Madonna on my life has been quite substantial... there are many other moments but I guess these are the only ones I wish to share!
Has any performer had such an influence on your life???
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Its been a while...
It has really been a long time since I actually sat down and had time to write and boy has a lot gone on in the past 12 months. But I guess the one thing that is good is that you can sit back and reflect and yeah things aren't too bad now.
Life is really a difficult mother fucker sometimes. Just when you start getting yourself into a routine and happy to sit back and enjoy the ride things start to get damn bumpy. I would be lying if I said I wasn't an emotional bugger... damn I get upset when clearing out my wardrobe and throwing out shoes, but I don't know why it has been about the past 12 months but it was damn tough!
The passing of 3 family members and both my dogs all within 12 months of each other has just been hard. I adored my grandmother and was not happy that she passed away while I was in New York and didn't really get to say goodbye, my grandfather passed away 4 months later on my mother's birthday and it was her father and then last week the last of my family dogs decided he had enough and said goodbye. Things can only get better!!!
One thing I have started to do and I don't know if it comes with (cough cough) age is to sit back and just see what life presents. I admit walking away from my full time job last year was a wise decision now, but back then I was very unsure. But I couldn't bare anymore drama in my life and needed some time with my family and less stress. What I didn't expect was the opportunities that were presented to me but also my friends that have been ever supportive, didn't expect that at all.
Over the last 12 months I have also met some really nice individuals some of whom have made me laugh, others that have got on my nerves and more recently some that have really made me smile (even when I didn't want to smile!). Did I expect that?... no... but I am going to take it slowly and see what life has to present.
Anyway as much as I don't feel like it I am going to continue my occasional ramblings in a blog and hopefully along the way have some fun.
Life is really a difficult mother fucker sometimes. Just when you start getting yourself into a routine and happy to sit back and enjoy the ride things start to get damn bumpy. I would be lying if I said I wasn't an emotional bugger... damn I get upset when clearing out my wardrobe and throwing out shoes, but I don't know why it has been about the past 12 months but it was damn tough!
The passing of 3 family members and both my dogs all within 12 months of each other has just been hard. I adored my grandmother and was not happy that she passed away while I was in New York and didn't really get to say goodbye, my grandfather passed away 4 months later on my mother's birthday and it was her father and then last week the last of my family dogs decided he had enough and said goodbye. Things can only get better!!!
One thing I have started to do and I don't know if it comes with (cough cough) age is to sit back and just see what life presents. I admit walking away from my full time job last year was a wise decision now, but back then I was very unsure. But I couldn't bare anymore drama in my life and needed some time with my family and less stress. What I didn't expect was the opportunities that were presented to me but also my friends that have been ever supportive, didn't expect that at all.
Over the last 12 months I have also met some really nice individuals some of whom have made me laugh, others that have got on my nerves and more recently some that have really made me smile (even when I didn't want to smile!). Did I expect that?... no... but I am going to take it slowly and see what life has to present.
Anyway as much as I don't feel like it I am going to continue my occasional ramblings in a blog and hopefully along the way have some fun.
Saturday, 20 August 2011
What a hell of a month or two...
Who would have thought that life could change so quickly?
One minute you are preparing for a holiday to New York and talking to your grandmother about how when you get back you'll have a drink with her and talk about the adventures. The next you are on a flight back from New York to say goodbye to the same grandmother. Life is quite full on sometimes.
So last month I was on holiday in New York. I had queued for the Alexander McQueen exhibition and finally got to view the amazing fashion of the late designer. Feeling invigorated I I had lunch in the sculpture garden in the MET and then spent the afternoon window shopping. Returning back to my friend's apartment I felt that I would give me parents a call and then call my grandmother. I called my parents and was greeted with a rather somber hello. Instantly I knew something was wrong. I was advised that my grandmother had passed away a few hours earlier that morning. How on earth was that possible? She was meant to be moving into a retirement village and I was going to go visit once I return. I really didn't think this was possible.
After speaking to my parents I knew I wanted to get home. So I called the insurance company, who couldn't get me out. I then called Qantas to try and find a flight home and discovered I missed the flight that day but they could get me out the following day at a HUGE cost. But I didn't care. I just wanted to get home.
The flight home was horrendous. Fine I might have been flying first and business class, but it didn't make things any better. All I wanted to do was be home with my family and try and get my head around what on earth was going on.
Saying a final goodbye is very hard but also a nice sense of closure. Being able to say thank you for the love and support is what I needed, but just wish it had been later in my life and could have had a few more days or weeks with her.
But who would have thought that saying goodbye would bring up a lot of memories about the past and the numerous difficulties that I experienced as a young gay man at high school.
Bullying is such a bitch and it takes years to overcome. It is a shame that it still takes place in high schools all around Australia. The older I become the more I discuss high school life with my gay friends and it seems that we all experienced the same things when young. I wonder if there will ever be a time when young gay men aren't tortured and tormented for being gay?? It would be nice to think that eventually people will be a little more tolerant towards the young gays and lesbians in school.
Anyway a hell of a month or two... maybe a little bit wiser, but definitely a little bit older and have a couple of new grey hairs to prove it!
One minute you are preparing for a holiday to New York and talking to your grandmother about how when you get back you'll have a drink with her and talk about the adventures. The next you are on a flight back from New York to say goodbye to the same grandmother. Life is quite full on sometimes.
So last month I was on holiday in New York. I had queued for the Alexander McQueen exhibition and finally got to view the amazing fashion of the late designer. Feeling invigorated I I had lunch in the sculpture garden in the MET and then spent the afternoon window shopping. Returning back to my friend's apartment I felt that I would give me parents a call and then call my grandmother. I called my parents and was greeted with a rather somber hello. Instantly I knew something was wrong. I was advised that my grandmother had passed away a few hours earlier that morning. How on earth was that possible? She was meant to be moving into a retirement village and I was going to go visit once I return. I really didn't think this was possible.
After speaking to my parents I knew I wanted to get home. So I called the insurance company, who couldn't get me out. I then called Qantas to try and find a flight home and discovered I missed the flight that day but they could get me out the following day at a HUGE cost. But I didn't care. I just wanted to get home.
The flight home was horrendous. Fine I might have been flying first and business class, but it didn't make things any better. All I wanted to do was be home with my family and try and get my head around what on earth was going on.
Saying a final goodbye is very hard but also a nice sense of closure. Being able to say thank you for the love and support is what I needed, but just wish it had been later in my life and could have had a few more days or weeks with her.
But who would have thought that saying goodbye would bring up a lot of memories about the past and the numerous difficulties that I experienced as a young gay man at high school.
Bullying is such a bitch and it takes years to overcome. It is a shame that it still takes place in high schools all around Australia. The older I become the more I discuss high school life with my gay friends and it seems that we all experienced the same things when young. I wonder if there will ever be a time when young gay men aren't tortured and tormented for being gay?? It would be nice to think that eventually people will be a little more tolerant towards the young gays and lesbians in school.
Anyway a hell of a month or two... maybe a little bit wiser, but definitely a little bit older and have a couple of new grey hairs to prove it!
Monday, 13 June 2011
One hell of a concert...
As the memories of last week quickly start to fade it is interesting to see what we remember from our childhood and also what prompts such memories.
When I was eleven my parents gave me my first cassette tape and it was Kylie Minogue with a walkman. I listened to the cassette every day. I loved the music. I had just started high school and was bullied every day for being gay... before I even knew what gay meant. Every afternoon when I got home from school I would put on my headphones and press play and try to forget about the horrendous day that had occurred. After a couple of months I had played the tape so many times that it started to warp. But thankfully my father copied the tape before the original broke. This happened many times before I evolved from Kylie to Madonna.
Earlier last week I attended a Kylie Minogue concert and don't ask me why but all the memories of her earlier music came flooding back. Yes the memories associated with the music were not all good, but the concert was such an amazing event that I quickly forgot about the past and enjoyed what was presented in front of me. It was such a great experience to be able to stand up along with my friends and dance the night away. It was one of those nights where at the end you walk away with a smile on your face as you had fun.
It is funny to think that even as a child I really enjoyed her music and how it went from Kylie to Madonna when I was a teenager. Even then my behaviour was stereotypical of a gay man but I didn't know it. But it is nice to think that I was able to find comfort in listening to music.
I do have to admit this wasn't my first Kylie concert and most definitely won't be my last but what I did really like was the enthusiasm of the crowd and how it was just a lot of fun.
When I was eleven my parents gave me my first cassette tape and it was Kylie Minogue with a walkman. I listened to the cassette every day. I loved the music. I had just started high school and was bullied every day for being gay... before I even knew what gay meant. Every afternoon when I got home from school I would put on my headphones and press play and try to forget about the horrendous day that had occurred. After a couple of months I had played the tape so many times that it started to warp. But thankfully my father copied the tape before the original broke. This happened many times before I evolved from Kylie to Madonna.
Earlier last week I attended a Kylie Minogue concert and don't ask me why but all the memories of her earlier music came flooding back. Yes the memories associated with the music were not all good, but the concert was such an amazing event that I quickly forgot about the past and enjoyed what was presented in front of me. It was such a great experience to be able to stand up along with my friends and dance the night away. It was one of those nights where at the end you walk away with a smile on your face as you had fun.
It is funny to think that even as a child I really enjoyed her music and how it went from Kylie to Madonna when I was a teenager. Even then my behaviour was stereotypical of a gay man but I didn't know it. But it is nice to think that I was able to find comfort in listening to music.
I do have to admit this wasn't my first Kylie concert and most definitely won't be my last but what I did really like was the enthusiasm of the crowd and how it was just a lot of fun.
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
32 and 3 weeks!
So I have turned 32! WOW... I remember being 21 and wondering what it would be like once I reached 32... honestly not that different. A little more gray hair in places, a little more experience under my belt and a couple more wrinkles that I cannot hide no matter how much cream I apply. Wiser? Maybe. Worldly? I guess. Content and happy with life? Getting there!
Now that I am 32 and still single you would think that I would learn from previous mistakes in the dating world? The rules of one night stands, when to give out your number, what it really means when someone want to walk and talk and what they really mean when they ask how you are going in a text... why on earth can't it be simple and stop with the double meaning?!?!?!
Over the weekend I was invited to go to a gay fundraiser that involved watching male stripper... hello free alcohol, supporting the gay community and the chance to see a penis of a hot man, I was going to attend with bells on! Of course attending such an event of course I needed to have someone who can hold a conversation with anyone, fun and just as cheeky as me... there was one person I wanted to invite and thankfully after quite a lot of nagging she was free!
Saturday night I had to offer dinner before we went out so after a bottle of wine, roast meal we finally get ready and head over to this fundraiser event. We get in have a couple of drinks, chatted to some lovely people, a couple of sponsors and of course the hosts of the event. All in all it was a lot of fun and very civilised.
Then the strippers started... now some of these men we damn hot, while some I would have paid for them to keep there clothes on! But all in all it was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it. My cheeky friend and I decided to strike up a conversation with one of the strippers and gave him a drink... after a couple of cheeky remarks we decided to leave.
For two people in to their 30's we were ready to go have some fun and seeing we both hadn't been out and let our hair down for a while we decided we should go dancing. We tried to locate some friends at another bar but after stepping inside I was not in the mood to hang out in a straight bar. So we quickly made our way to a gay bar that played cheesy pop music.
Not in the mood to join the queue we walked straight up to the bouncer and advised that we were friends of one of the bartenders... I had seen this happen in a movie and it worked and believe it or not it worked this time too! Inside it was packed, hot and the we were greeted with ABBA on full blast.
After two hours of dancing, drinking and accidentally finding a couple of very good friends who were also out having fun we were approached by what looked like a straight man dancing away to the music. He started to dance with my female friend and became very chatty... I was thinking no matter were she goes she picks up and she was in a GAY BAR!!!
But after an hour it became quite obvious he was interested in me... nice feeling seeing at this point I was ready to go home to bed. So we danced some more... tried to chat, which is near impossible on the dance floor and he asked me for my number... sure why not!
After another hour or so of dancing I was feeling like a 90 year old with a stiff back, ringing in my ears and my feet were hurting, but looked fabulous in a pair of boots! So I decided to leave and had this new found friend in tow. There was no way I was in the mood for a one night stand... I am 32 and have had my fair share of one night stands... also I was a little tipsy and drunk sex is never good and was not in the mood to wake up with a hangover and have a strange man in my bed.
Walking up the road I decided I would talk to this guy and see what he is actually about, was there a spark? Not sure as I was in a alcoholic haze! It was almost 3am and I had been dancing for quite some time, I was tired and tipsy and a little chatty so I wanted to know more. I got to know a crucial piece of information that when he was drunk as he was that he tends to throw up, that sealed the deal and there was absolutely no way this guy was stepping foot into my apartment.
Trying to avoid the discussion that he might come around I said goodbye, gave him a kiss and told him that I would text him tomorrow. Which I did and got a text back asking me how I was and seeing that I am now 32 and no longer 21 I was really feeling my age. My legs were sore, I could barely stand straight but thankfully I am old enough to remember to drink water before bed to avoid a hangover, but importantly there was this very nice guy and to be honest I could barely remember his face... so I decided to text him lets meet up later in the week and catch up! Do you think I heard back... of course not! But then again I am 32 and not 21 in the mood of wasting my time with someone who only wants a one night stand. We'll see if I hear from him again...
Now that I am 32 and still single you would think that I would learn from previous mistakes in the dating world? The rules of one night stands, when to give out your number, what it really means when someone want to walk and talk and what they really mean when they ask how you are going in a text... why on earth can't it be simple and stop with the double meaning?!?!?!
Over the weekend I was invited to go to a gay fundraiser that involved watching male stripper... hello free alcohol, supporting the gay community and the chance to see a penis of a hot man, I was going to attend with bells on! Of course attending such an event of course I needed to have someone who can hold a conversation with anyone, fun and just as cheeky as me... there was one person I wanted to invite and thankfully after quite a lot of nagging she was free!
Saturday night I had to offer dinner before we went out so after a bottle of wine, roast meal we finally get ready and head over to this fundraiser event. We get in have a couple of drinks, chatted to some lovely people, a couple of sponsors and of course the hosts of the event. All in all it was a lot of fun and very civilised.
Then the strippers started... now some of these men we damn hot, while some I would have paid for them to keep there clothes on! But all in all it was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it. My cheeky friend and I decided to strike up a conversation with one of the strippers and gave him a drink... after a couple of cheeky remarks we decided to leave.
For two people in to their 30's we were ready to go have some fun and seeing we both hadn't been out and let our hair down for a while we decided we should go dancing. We tried to locate some friends at another bar but after stepping inside I was not in the mood to hang out in a straight bar. So we quickly made our way to a gay bar that played cheesy pop music.
Not in the mood to join the queue we walked straight up to the bouncer and advised that we were friends of one of the bartenders... I had seen this happen in a movie and it worked and believe it or not it worked this time too! Inside it was packed, hot and the we were greeted with ABBA on full blast.
After two hours of dancing, drinking and accidentally finding a couple of very good friends who were also out having fun we were approached by what looked like a straight man dancing away to the music. He started to dance with my female friend and became very chatty... I was thinking no matter were she goes she picks up and she was in a GAY BAR!!!
But after an hour it became quite obvious he was interested in me... nice feeling seeing at this point I was ready to go home to bed. So we danced some more... tried to chat, which is near impossible on the dance floor and he asked me for my number... sure why not!
After another hour or so of dancing I was feeling like a 90 year old with a stiff back, ringing in my ears and my feet were hurting, but looked fabulous in a pair of boots! So I decided to leave and had this new found friend in tow. There was no way I was in the mood for a one night stand... I am 32 and have had my fair share of one night stands... also I was a little tipsy and drunk sex is never good and was not in the mood to wake up with a hangover and have a strange man in my bed.
Walking up the road I decided I would talk to this guy and see what he is actually about, was there a spark? Not sure as I was in a alcoholic haze! It was almost 3am and I had been dancing for quite some time, I was tired and tipsy and a little chatty so I wanted to know more. I got to know a crucial piece of information that when he was drunk as he was that he tends to throw up, that sealed the deal and there was absolutely no way this guy was stepping foot into my apartment.
Trying to avoid the discussion that he might come around I said goodbye, gave him a kiss and told him that I would text him tomorrow. Which I did and got a text back asking me how I was and seeing that I am now 32 and no longer 21 I was really feeling my age. My legs were sore, I could barely stand straight but thankfully I am old enough to remember to drink water before bed to avoid a hangover, but importantly there was this very nice guy and to be honest I could barely remember his face... so I decided to text him lets meet up later in the week and catch up! Do you think I heard back... of course not! But then again I am 32 and not 21 in the mood of wasting my time with someone who only wants a one night stand. We'll see if I hear from him again...
Saturday, 7 May 2011
Happily ever after...
So last week it was the royal wedding of Willy and Kate. I must say I do like the idea that the future king will be called Willy! But anyway the coverage of the wedding was crazy... 24 hour news broadcasts, the guessing of what people would wear, the possible food and flower on the day... the media really had a field day, but it was a lot of fun.
The day of the wedding I attended a party to watch the wedding and it was fun. We all dressed up, drank champers, watched the guests arrive and commented on the rather unfortunate hats of Beatrice and Eugene. What a huge circus... But it did make me wonder when will gay marriage be allowed and why am I not allowed to get married?? Well apart from the fact I don't have a boyfriend I would like to have the choice to get married. So watching this circus on TV I decided that a gay wedding would be similar to the royal wedding... a room full of queens and princesses except much better style and a little more sparkles!
Will gay marriage will every be allowed? I don't understand why there is such opposition to allowing gay marriage. What will happen if gays and lesbians get married? The whole world as we know it isn't going to fall apart. If anything more money will be made from the lavish weddings on the similar scale as the royal wedding.
But what really annoyed me in recent weeks was the PM who came out to declare that she believed in what the Bible stated that marriage should only be between a man and a woman. For someone who publicly declared herself as an atheist why is she all of a sudden believing in the Bible? Has she suddenly changed her mind or trying to keep voters happy? Ahhh whatever I am not one to talk about politics but this did annoy me! My last comment on the PMs statement is if I cannot marry my gay boyfriend then our PM shouldn't be allowed to marry her gay boyfriend!
So back to the royal wedding... I do have to say my gaydar almost exploded a couple of times with appearances of certain individuals. Once when a brother was giving a speech and I did have to smile as during his speech I happened to google his sexuality and it was the second most searched thing on google.
The other time my gaydar went off was after the ceremony when a television network was interviewing the guests and they happened to interview an individual who firstly was wearing a little too much bronzer but he happened to gush about what people were wearing and how it was a lovely occasion and the wedding dress was stunning... I don't have a problem with gay or straight people but I do have a little bit of a problem with people who are obviously gay but pretend to be straight... come out already we are not going to bite... much!
I guess as I get older I am becoming a little more critical about these things that annoy me and a little more vocal about equality... great I am becoming a cranky old man. But one day I do hope that we all can live happily ever after... gay or straight!
The day of the wedding I attended a party to watch the wedding and it was fun. We all dressed up, drank champers, watched the guests arrive and commented on the rather unfortunate hats of Beatrice and Eugene. What a huge circus... But it did make me wonder when will gay marriage be allowed and why am I not allowed to get married?? Well apart from the fact I don't have a boyfriend I would like to have the choice to get married. So watching this circus on TV I decided that a gay wedding would be similar to the royal wedding... a room full of queens and princesses except much better style and a little more sparkles!
Will gay marriage will every be allowed? I don't understand why there is such opposition to allowing gay marriage. What will happen if gays and lesbians get married? The whole world as we know it isn't going to fall apart. If anything more money will be made from the lavish weddings on the similar scale as the royal wedding.
But what really annoyed me in recent weeks was the PM who came out to declare that she believed in what the Bible stated that marriage should only be between a man and a woman. For someone who publicly declared herself as an atheist why is she all of a sudden believing in the Bible? Has she suddenly changed her mind or trying to keep voters happy? Ahhh whatever I am not one to talk about politics but this did annoy me! My last comment on the PMs statement is if I cannot marry my gay boyfriend then our PM shouldn't be allowed to marry her gay boyfriend!
So back to the royal wedding... I do have to say my gaydar almost exploded a couple of times with appearances of certain individuals. Once when a brother was giving a speech and I did have to smile as during his speech I happened to google his sexuality and it was the second most searched thing on google.
The other time my gaydar went off was after the ceremony when a television network was interviewing the guests and they happened to interview an individual who firstly was wearing a little too much bronzer but he happened to gush about what people were wearing and how it was a lovely occasion and the wedding dress was stunning... I don't have a problem with gay or straight people but I do have a little bit of a problem with people who are obviously gay but pretend to be straight... come out already we are not going to bite... much!
I guess as I get older I am becoming a little more critical about these things that annoy me and a little more vocal about equality... great I am becoming a cranky old man. But one day I do hope that we all can live happily ever after... gay or straight!
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Just add red wine...
So it is the Easter long weekend and time to do the trek up to spend the time with my family. But this year for Easter I had decided I would get my family to do a few things I like to do. Watch a couple of musical movies and hopefully get my parents to go to the gym... oh boy the later option has been near impossible to complete!
I arrived two days ago and boldly stated that I planned drag my parents to the gym... my mother laughed and gave me a glass of red wine and my father said he cannot work out too hard as he will have a heart attack!
Promptly forgetting the idea about the gym I proceeded to catch up with my family and it was during dinner that I remembered that I wanted to go to the gym the following day and mentioned it again to my parents. My mother topped up my wine glass and told me I was mad and my father then told me he had hurt his back and could only do some light exercise. Laughing at both of them I explained the exercise I had planned for both of them (me bossy who would have guessed?). My mother explained that she doesn't do exercise and only would go only if she could sit on a bike and that was it... she happened to mention she didn't plan to actually make the peddles move! I failed to notice that she filled my wine glass up again and of course I finished it without problem. Who knew it would be so difficult to get my parents to exercise.
Later that night and feeling slightly tipsy we were watching Victor/Victoria (yes playing the gay card got the move shown!) I was on my forth glass of wine and asked what time we planned to go to the gym. My mother with a sly smile said lets see how we feel in the morning. I think during the course of the film had an additional glass before bed and was well and truly enjoying the alcohol fueled buzz.
So waking from my drunken slumber I realised that I had a little bit of a hangover. Walking into the kitchen for breakfast my very clever mother knew that I was in absolute no mood for the gym and asked "what time are we going to the gym?" I replied that let's see how I feel later today. Of course there was no way I was going to go to the gym so my parents were off the hook!
The following day I woke hangover free and walked into the kitchen declaring to my parents that I wanted to go to the gym. Once again my mother whinged she didn't want to go and my father explained he had pulled some muscles in his leg. They explained that they would go but only after lunch.
During lunch my parents went to their wine collection and selected a great bottle of red to have with the meal. Of course once it was open we all had a glass and then finished off the bottle. But the problem with having wine with lunch is it makes you very sleepy in the afternoon. Realising I had two glasses of wine it would not be wise to go to the gym... explaining this to my mother she said "Yes we shouldn't work out after wine and I am not going to the gym if it is full of muscle men!"...
I think it was easier coming out to my parents than making them step foot in a gym!
I arrived two days ago and boldly stated that I planned drag my parents to the gym... my mother laughed and gave me a glass of red wine and my father said he cannot work out too hard as he will have a heart attack!
Promptly forgetting the idea about the gym I proceeded to catch up with my family and it was during dinner that I remembered that I wanted to go to the gym the following day and mentioned it again to my parents. My mother topped up my wine glass and told me I was mad and my father then told me he had hurt his back and could only do some light exercise. Laughing at both of them I explained the exercise I had planned for both of them (me bossy who would have guessed?). My mother explained that she doesn't do exercise and only would go only if she could sit on a bike and that was it... she happened to mention she didn't plan to actually make the peddles move! I failed to notice that she filled my wine glass up again and of course I finished it without problem. Who knew it would be so difficult to get my parents to exercise.
Later that night and feeling slightly tipsy we were watching Victor/Victoria (yes playing the gay card got the move shown!) I was on my forth glass of wine and asked what time we planned to go to the gym. My mother with a sly smile said lets see how we feel in the morning. I think during the course of the film had an additional glass before bed and was well and truly enjoying the alcohol fueled buzz.
So waking from my drunken slumber I realised that I had a little bit of a hangover. Walking into the kitchen for breakfast my very clever mother knew that I was in absolute no mood for the gym and asked "what time are we going to the gym?" I replied that let's see how I feel later today. Of course there was no way I was going to go to the gym so my parents were off the hook!
The following day I woke hangover free and walked into the kitchen declaring to my parents that I wanted to go to the gym. Once again my mother whinged she didn't want to go and my father explained he had pulled some muscles in his leg. They explained that they would go but only after lunch.
During lunch my parents went to their wine collection and selected a great bottle of red to have with the meal. Of course once it was open we all had a glass and then finished off the bottle. But the problem with having wine with lunch is it makes you very sleepy in the afternoon. Realising I had two glasses of wine it would not be wise to go to the gym... explaining this to my mother she said "Yes we shouldn't work out after wine and I am not going to the gym if it is full of muscle men!"...
I think it was easier coming out to my parents than making them step foot in a gym!
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