drinking on a school night

The decision to go out to the Tranny Pride Ball last night was not looking to be a good one at first. We seemed to be freak magnets.
No. Not the fun kind of freaks sadly.

But then folks we kinda knew turned up. Lots of manly handshakes and girly "oh I love your dress" ensued.

After a few more bevvies, and some photo posing fun, members of House of Butch arrived.
After a few more bevvies again, some rude dancing was had. Or perhaps 'trashy' is a better way to describe my dancefloor antics? *shrugs*

I wondered if we'd make it through the night without some spanking. But gentle readers, I must report in the negative. There was arse.

Oh, and if anyone knows the name of the delicious boy with the mohawk and tatts, let me know. *drools*

Still, Mr M and I were tucked up in bed by 1pm. Totally zonked.
And oh boy was it hard to get out of bed this morning.

Now it's Friday night. Time to do it all again.
*HUZZAH!*