| I just realised that I've lost count of how many
Trans-missons
I've been to! This this quite a thing, when you consider that 18
months ago I could count my number of outings en-femme on the
fingers of one elbow.
Erm, what else to write...
Once again I had the unique pleasure of teaming up with Vicky
Valentine for the trip to Trans-mission, so I suppose I could just
cut and paste the blurb from
Vicky's site
(she always manages to get her pics up before me!) but that would be
cheating. And it'd probably say something like
"I spent
the night DJ-ing, hostessing,
and being tall and fabulous"
and people would kind of guess it wasn't me writing it. I'm not
particularly tall.
One of the highlights of the evening for me was meeting up with a
load of friends for a meal beforehand. Regulars to the pics section
(are there any?) will probably remember I did the same thing last
week. But this time it was different as
- They were mostly my friends (unlike the week before where
they were mostly Vicky's friends, although a jolly nice group of
people). Big up to Becky, Jessica, Joanna, Shannon, Sophie,
Stacey and the rest of the Carluccio's Posse.
- They were all trannies (apart from one genetic girl who
didn't turn up, and thus can be counted as a statistical
anomaly).
- It was Italian food, not French food. I had sausage and
lentils. It was remarkably brown.
Aaaaaanyway, don't have any pictures of the meal yet, so here's
some piccies of Vicky and me before I left to stuff my face, and she
left to create the magic that is Transmission (inside scoop - one of
the ingredients of the formula is Bombay Mix). |

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