YOU BETTER WORK, 2006!

[ATLANTA - New Year's Day]

New Year's Eve was rather smashing this year.

Jim popped round early for dinner and a bottle of champagne.



As planned, we spent New Year's Eve at swish & newly renovated WET BAR.



The club is unique in that it has several indoor and outdoor water features (how very Grand Designs, love!).

On our way to the club, we picked up Jim's straight nephew, Justin.

We queued up outside the club for about 45 minutes. Yes, me! And I didn't whinge (much) ... mostly because Justin and I passed the time talking about his time in England.

Once inside, we had a look around and got cocktails.

Midnight crept up on us and we barely had time to refresh our cocktails before the countdown began!

It was murder on the dancefloor so we didn't stick around that area for long. We took a break and retreated to the lounge while waiting for the show ...

RUPAUL!



Ru was up to his usual grade of fierceness--no complaints there! Once I overcame security & 'crowd maintenance' via a long journey round the building, Jim and I were reunited by Ru's second song. We did have a rather good view of the show from our position on the steps.



Continuing with what has become a twisted drunken club tradition, I snapped these 'self-portraits' in the loo:



Outside, Jim bumped into some fellow band directors he knows from competitions and such ... so I was regaled with embarrassing ''one time ... at bandcamp ...''-type stories.



I thought that maybe I, too, would bump into someone from 'back in the day' but, alas, I didn't see anyone from my Atlanta past all night.

Of course, I need not worry about the ghosts of club nights past when I am holding the hand of my future ...



Justin was having no trouble finding affectionate females (an older woman had 'molestered' him on the dancefloor earlier!). Actually, there were a few girls about, gagging for the only straight boy in the building ... never mind the boys!

Below is the poor lamb being pawed by a bevy of admirers ...



We did make sure that he was okay. Justin didn't seem to be terribly concerned about his male admirers so Jim and I continued to enjoy ourselves nearby ... keeping a watchful eye!

Jim & I had a particularly good time when we got home as well. It was certainly a night I won't forget any time soon ...

[Ooo-er, Missus!]

Just look at this photo of my Puddin' that I snapped before dinner:



Am I a lucky bastard or what ?!?

Yours with a hangover,
Richard the Big Bunny