Last night I went to see a movie at Crown Casino. I threw on a pair of jeans, a baggy singlet, some heeled ankle boots and a bit-o-bling. Well excuuuse me. But I was way under-dressed, sister. I have never in one place seen so many pairs of synthetic kitten heels. I am a big believer in the fact that when it comes to heels, it's 6 inches or no inches. The kitten heel suits corporate outfits and the wives of politicians and that's about it.
What was even worse was what was going on above the synthetic heels. Polyester dresses as far as the eye could see.
A football ball, or something of the sort, was held last night also. Men in suits (or boys in suits, really) strutted through Crown with acrylic goddesses strapped to their sides.
I also spotted three different hen's nights...where each hen would have been my age...and I am not old enough to get married. I thought the age of brides these days was increasing? One hen-nighter yelled out - 'Do you reckon they'll check ID?'
Good Lord. My favourite hen in particular was dressed as a police-stripper. She had a whistle that was blown consistently and a penis on the end of a stick...kind of like a fairy wand but dirty.
I should take it back. Crown isn't a World of Gross...it is definitely a World of Entertainment. However I don't think the entertainment I received last night is the sort of 'entertaining' they're going for...
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