The Great Blogging Debacle

So it seems like the Great Blogging Debacle of 2006 is settling down. Lots of bitchiness, hurt feelings, threats and general high and mightiness. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's not worth knowing.

The one thing that pissed me off about the whole drama was the way that some bloggers kept referring to commenters who "kiss ass" or as "groupies". They show a lack of respect for their audience and treat commenters as if they are all brain-dead wannabes. And yet these same bloggers obviously love having an audience and keep their comments open. You can't have it both ways so my one message to them would be to show some respect to their readers, or they will find that the readers will dump them.

Pole dancing, paddy wagons and puking

So I went away for my little sis' hen's (batchelorette) weekend this past weekend.

First stop was a private pole dancing class at Bobbi's Pole Studio. The pole dancing was great - it is a fantastic workout and I now have a great respect for pole dancers as it takes a huge amount of strength and flexibility to do what they do (mind you, I reckon the blokes who go to perv on them don't think about that!). Our teacher was lots of fun and had an amazing body and very little clothing. She did a pole dance for us at the end of the session and at one point was hanging on upside down with just her leg wrapped around the pole. We got to dress up in slutty costumes - I got to be "naughty schoolgirl" which was a bit more modest than most, probably because I was the oldest one there. There was lots of champagne flowing and it was fun and a good workout.

We then went to stay in a serviced apartment near the city. Our apartment had this amazing view over Sydney including the harbour and the harbour bridge, Opera House etc. We had more champagne and some Cosmopolitans while playing silly games and dressing up the "hen" is a veil and a sash.

Next we went off to go into the city to go drinking and clubbing. We were going to catch a bus but ran into some policemen and of course the girls start asking could they take a photo with the bride-to-be and then the chief bridesmaid asked the cops for a lift in their paddy wagon. The next thing I know there are 11 of us riding in the back of the paddy wagon across the city singing "we're going home in the back of a divvy van". So I can tick that off my list of things I've never done.

So after that it was drinks and more drinks at some bars and clubs where all the pretty people hang out. Sydney has a reputation as being quite shallow and stuck-up compared to other cities in Australia and it was quite obvious last night. Mind you, the advantage to being older is not being intimidated by pretty young things anymore and being able to stare down some of the bitches. We ended the night at a pub/club for a bit of dancing but by 2am I was tired and opted to go home with some of the girls. My sis and some friends stayed out until about 5am.

Unfortunately for my sis - she drank way too much vodka and was a very sick girl in the morning.