Meet my Wingman ~ Michael-John

Well when the chips are down you can always count on MJ. After the crazy girls I call my friends all piked on heading to Dykes on Mikes @Newtown. MJ said "sure ill go for de craic". And well that was only the start of it, for what looked like it was going to be a shaky night on the excitement stakes, my wingman and I had a very amusing and memorable night.

Starting with a lovely dinner at an old Italian family restaurant whose name escapes me and then two for one cocktails at the Sly Fox with Tash and Kim. Cocktails are pretty damn fine here, maybe a little slow in the making, but worth the wait, the only thing I really disliked was the fact they called out your number bistro style over the mic to get your attention. "number 67 - your apple bomb is ready, number 67" surely there is a better way!! After prob one too many cocktails MJ and I headed to @Newtown. He braved the sea of women looking for other women and we both paid the over priced $20 in and retreated to the bar.

Now I have to say that there are some people that can sing, who are even modest, some that can sing that are not so modest and then there are those that should not sing outside the comfort of there own showers. Unfortunately for us, most of the singers were of the latter variety.

But in true wingman style, MJ intercepted an older laydee trying to push me further into the corner by her constant cheers of our glasses and a rugby player looking to tackle. So when the Grease medley started, it was time to down the final slurps and head to our next port of call.

Just round the corner at Josh's place there was a dance around the fertility pole party in full swing. Now before you cry, "what are a bunch of poofs having a fertility party for" apparently these are very big in Sweden, yah Sweden. Some of the crazy Swedish Erskineville-ites decided that Josh's place met all the criteria for a great party, of the fertiliy pole kind. To my knowledge it was not because of Josh or Michaels desire to become pregnant, hmm or was it??

So with a quick swig from the whiskey bottle, a wide berth around the fertility pole by MJ and I it was up to the ol faithful, The Imperial. What a huge night of contrasts, even managed to get downstairs for a kick of the heels, and MJ even managed to find the closest thing to a straight woman and get a wee pash and dash, ah, he cant be on duty all the time!!

MJ im happy to have you as my wingman.