Sometimes, Life Gives You the Red Dress Run
I skidded into mid-week with a resounding crash, feeling stressed out in a major way due to work. I decided to go for a few drinks on Thursday with my girlfriends Oral Fix and Sexy Scooter to let off some steam.
We went to the Four Floors where Sexy Scooter and I hit the dance floor and almost immediately met B and P. Having quit their IT jobs in London earlier this year, the two sold most of their possessions and took off on this trip around the world with just their dive gear and a few pairs of shorts! They have been working as Dive Masters for the last couple of months and were only here for an afternoon to buy dive gear. Five days later, guess who are still on our small island?!
I decided to ask P to join me on the 8th Annual Red Dress run and we went out and bought a dress for him. Finding a dress for a Caucasian man is not as easy as you might think. We couldn't get most of the red numbers past his shoulders and I told him he needed to shop in a store for fat girls. However, as there are not many fat girls on this island, we had to make do with one of the open-air markets. We finally managed to find him a housecoat type dress and rolled up to the event that Saturday afternoon with Rachel and Nicole.
I have never done the Red Dress Run myself and seeing the runners arriving was just brilliant. Some of the guys had the cutest outfits on that even I would wear, while others in full make up and wigs looked downright ridiculous. Dresses were busting at the seams with man hair sprouting all over the place.
We started off in Chinatown and ended up in Little India via public transport! The looks we got were classic! Imagine a pack of 50+ people all in red dresses running through the most crowded areas of the city and you've pretty much got the run sorted. As this was hash run number 333, the event was named Halfway to Hell.
In true spirit, Oral Fix wore a clingy red number, devil horns and carried a pitchfork. Now, for those of you who have met her in person, you know that she has a 'ghetto booty', an ars* large enough to feed the African continent (her own description). For those of you who don't know her, take my word for it. She is a gorgeous girl but there's no denying it, baby got serious back!
She started running in front of us and her butt just took off on its own accord as a separate entity from the rest of her body. It did this hilarious u-shaped swinging bounce. You couldn't help your head doing its own u-shaped swing as you watched it. Kind of like those ornamental bobble-headed dogs. P and I looked at each other and just burst out laughing. It was worth doing the run just to see this doinga doinga doinga!
After the run, a bunch of us friends, including P and B, had dinner and drinks together by the river. It was a brilliant day and I had the best time. I had an early night as I had to go mountain biking across the border with my dad the next morning (which by the way was the best ride of the year to date).
It's funny how things go sometimes. There is that old saying, "God doesn't always give you what you want, but he gives you what you need". I am not a religious person, but I really felt that about life this week.
We went to the Four Floors where Sexy Scooter and I hit the dance floor and almost immediately met B and P. Having quit their IT jobs in London earlier this year, the two sold most of their possessions and took off on this trip around the world with just their dive gear and a few pairs of shorts! They have been working as Dive Masters for the last couple of months and were only here for an afternoon to buy dive gear. Five days later, guess who are still on our small island?!
I decided to ask P to join me on the 8th Annual Red Dress run and we went out and bought a dress for him. Finding a dress for a Caucasian man is not as easy as you might think. We couldn't get most of the red numbers past his shoulders and I told him he needed to shop in a store for fat girls. However, as there are not many fat girls on this island, we had to make do with one of the open-air markets. We finally managed to find him a housecoat type dress and rolled up to the event that Saturday afternoon with Rachel and Nicole.
I have never done the Red Dress Run myself and seeing the runners arriving was just brilliant. Some of the guys had the cutest outfits on that even I would wear, while others in full make up and wigs looked downright ridiculous. Dresses were busting at the seams with man hair sprouting all over the place.
We started off in Chinatown and ended up in Little India via public transport! The looks we got were classic! Imagine a pack of 50+ people all in red dresses running through the most crowded areas of the city and you've pretty much got the run sorted. As this was hash run number 333, the event was named Halfway to Hell.
In true spirit, Oral Fix wore a clingy red number, devil horns and carried a pitchfork. Now, for those of you who have met her in person, you know that she has a 'ghetto booty', an ars* large enough to feed the African continent (her own description). For those of you who don't know her, take my word for it. She is a gorgeous girl but there's no denying it, baby got serious back!
She started running in front of us and her butt just took off on its own accord as a separate entity from the rest of her body. It did this hilarious u-shaped swinging bounce. You couldn't help your head doing its own u-shaped swing as you watched it. Kind of like those ornamental bobble-headed dogs. P and I looked at each other and just burst out laughing. It was worth doing the run just to see this doinga doinga doinga!
After the run, a bunch of us friends, including P and B, had dinner and drinks together by the river. It was a brilliant day and I had the best time. I had an early night as I had to go mountain biking across the border with my dad the next morning (which by the way was the best ride of the year to date).
It's funny how things go sometimes. There is that old saying, "God doesn't always give you what you want, but he gives you what you need". I am not a religious person, but I really felt that about life this week.
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