| Well it's Friday and I've just about recovered from last weeks Rubber Ball Weekend. It's the first time I'd gone to all the events (Torture Garden, Rubber Ball and Club Rub) and it was an exhausting but very enjoyable few days. The nice thing about going to all three nights, was that people I met on Friday at Torture Garden felt like old friends by the time Sunday came along.
I won't bore you with a blow by blow description of the whole weekend, I'll just mention a few of the highlights.
Torture Garden was the event of the weekend for me. It was the first time I'd been to TG and it just totally blew me away. Everything about it just worked; the organisation, the music, the venue, the staff, the guests, everything. If anyone needed a lesson in how to run an amazing club night, then here it was. Fabulous.
I'd convinced my friends Todd and Emma to come along to TG as they only lived around the corner, and they loved it! Whenever I'm in London they always take me to really amazing places and introduce me to such lovely people, and I was really pleased that finally I was able to return the favour a bit and share some of my world with them.
I love Em to bits, and it was great to see her self consciousness disappear ("but I've only got my pants on!") as she realised that her outfit was actually quite tame when compared to many. She also made my night, when she suddenly realised she'd been talking to my cleavage for the last 5 minutes! lol
I'd intended to wear the same pair of shoes on Friday and Saturday. A pair of 5" 'fcuk me' shoes which I'd got from the soon to be very famous "Kinky Boot Company". But after dancing all night in them on Friday, I knew I'd be crippled if I wore them again on Saturday. So plan "B", my much more sensible 4" heels. Unfortunately I didn't have a matching outfit, hence after 3 hours sleep I was rushing around the Skin Two Expo trying to put an outfit together. I love the Expo but I'm just so weak willed when it comes to pretty things. At one point I went into a stall to buy a pair of stockings and came out with a corset which was just too beautiful to resist. I haven't a thing that goes with it but it is gorgeous!
It was really nice to be able to try on clothes at the Expo without anyone raising an eyebrow. Although, I was glad I happened to be wearing my Calvin Kleins and not a pair of old grots when I discovered that the communal changing room was unisex!
I've found out since that this was the first time that the Rubber Ball wasn't organised by Torture Garden, which explains why it felt so different to the ones I'd been to before. To be honest, it didn't really work for me although I know lots of people who had a fab time. I'm sure being totally pooped didn't help but it just didn't feel as professional as TG. For example, no one actually bothered to check our tickets when we arrived (so that’s £30 I could have saved!), and getting a drink at the bars was just a nightmare.
I'd intended to have a recovery day on Sunday, but this wasn’t to be as my friend Bella Jay kindly gave me a complementary ticket for Club Rub, which on this occasion was using a venue in the heart of Kings Cross. Now Kings Cross has a reputation for being a bit sleazy and for being rife with hookers, so I knew I'd get some attention when walking to the club in a rubber skirt and heels. But crikey, I must have been approached by a dozen men in about 500 yards, it was crazy. And quite scary too, I have to say.
Rub was a really nice way to finish, and a chance to say goodbye to many of the lovely people I'd met over the weekend. They seemed like old friends even though I'd only met them one or two days before. |
