Can You Imagine Me Dancing?

Neither can I, but apparently, last Saturday, I did. And with wild abandon too, I might add. Yes, yes, the mere thought can cause quite a stirring in one's stomach, but let's get over it, because for the first time evarrr, I was finally able to visit Government. AND I'm happy to say that the cessation of my Government-virginity was initiated by no less than Kylie Minogue herself. The whole night, every [pumped/hard/toned/sweaty] body was swimming in the wildly sexy dance beats of La Minogue. Much love to Barny for having me along.


EXCERPTS FROM THE EVENING (Or, Me As A Dork And A Half)
Pilfered from Barny's Post

We were with Barny's two hagettes, Grace and Peachy. They said they wanted to see how our side of the fence looked like, so we took the liberty to educate them on the basics. We'd just finished enlightening them on the mysteries of being top, bottom, and versatile, and to illustrate, we gave them a simple (read: crude and abstract) way to read guys.

Me: What are you gonna drink?
Barny: Beer.
Me: How butch! Cocktail drinks (particularly the ones served in stemmed glasses) make guys look like bottoms.
Me, to a Waiter: Zombie, please. (Which was promptly handed to me... in a flamboyant thin-stemmed glass.)
Me: What the -- this is usually served in a tall glass ah!
Barny: Ayos lang, Pii. At the very least, you look versatile.

We were on the dance floor, and Grace and Peachy were sitting on the ledge, kind of swaying from side to side. Peachy pulls Barny over to her.

Peachy: Barny may tatanong ako sayo (whispers) bading ba yung nasa harap, yung naka-black?
Barny: Teh, bading kami lahat dito.
Me, butting in on the convo: What's happening?
Barny: Tinatanong niya kung bading yon.
Me: Sus, no need to whisper. BAKLA SILANG LAHAT!!!

Highlight of the evening: Barny channeling Kylie while dancing I Believe In You with unbelievable accuracy.