Felix = Attention Diverted.
It’s been a whole week since my last blog, and I’m quite impressed with how much I have actually done. My attention was successfully diverted from missing Matt, and after a few days, I was back to my ‘normal’ self. Had a chat with the wife early on last week about how I was considering waiting for him to get back, and not being with anyone else. By Thursday I was like, fuck that… He won’t be doing the same so why on earth should I! I’ve decided to leave him to have the rest of his time over there now and see what comes of it when he’s home. Everything happens for a reason and all that. He text me on Saturday night telling me how much he missed me… blah! My poor poor head.
Works been busy, the studio’s been busy, although I haven’t been there much because I’m still not teaching. The girls are doing such a good job running it for me, I think I may have to buy them something pretty for it. And, thank my lucky stars, I have had my faith in pole-manity revived. Woohooo! I had the master class in Liverpool with Felix Cane (Current Pole Dance World Champion). I spent two hours watching in awe as she taught us her signature moves and did demonstrations for us… even though I couldn’t pole to my full ability because of my hip, I still learnt so much. The advanced girls I teach will be so pleased!
On my way out on Saturday night I received a phone call from Debs who was co-teaching the master classes, saying the Manchester venue had let them down and could they use my studio the following day. I told her we only had 4 poles, and the studio is carpeted, they didn’t care. So I agreed. So on Sunday, extremely hung-over, I had Felix Cane at MY studio, demo’ing on MY poles!!! And I was allowed to sit on the sidelines and watch her work. Brilliant day. I have loved that woman since I first started poling. She won Miss Pole Dance Australia in 2006 after just 8 months of poling, and she has never lost a title since. Truly inspirational.
Saturday was Mason’s birthday celebration; we met at his for a couple of drinks and then headed into Manchester to go to the Comedy Store. I’d never been before. We saw 4 acts, but the funniest by far was Reginald D Hunter, he’s been on Mock the Week a few times. Walking downstairs after the first half to go to the toilets, I noticed he was walking up… Think fast, haha… I said “Awesome set” as we crossed paths, and I patted him on the shoulder, much like you would a cousin you haven’t seen in a few years and don’t quite want to hug. Haha. He replied “Thank you sugar”… Cue me practically falling down the stairs with Starstruck-dom. I’m a sucker for anyone remotely famous. “What, you had a walk on part in Corrie?… Please sign my shoe”… That hasn’t happened yet but no doubt it will do at some point in my life, I’m such a dickhead.
We moved on to Baa Bar, Rev’s, and then Pure in the Printworks. I was drunk from the very start obviously. And the shots in Baa Bar which included Triple Sec, Sambuka AND Tequila helped me quite nicely along the way. Pulling wasn’t really the front and foremost thing on my mind to be honest, getting messy was, and I was more concerned with fluffing up my fringe which had separated into four sweaty strands and pulling my top down at the back so that my bra strap was covered. I later went on to remove my entire breast from my dress (covering my nipple – as if that makes it any better) for a photo, and biting a hot dog and passing it to Corbett from my mouth to his, like a mama bird. Good weekend. Why the hell does work exist?? I fucking hate Mondays.
Xx
Saschops said,
August 13, 2009 at 11:53 am
awesome bloggage, awesome piccies, awesome tit action RARRRRRRR xx