Yesterday was a strangely sextastic day. I went to a casting for the sexual positions script to help choose the actors. Watching people get naked all day was an interesting definition of work. Didn't know quite how to react when one of the blokes asked me not to look at him when he was naked or he'd get a hard on. Flattering, I guess.
Then, I went on to the Cake Party. It was a fun night. Went with the editor of Inthebuff, my other half and a foxy male friend (he's been in endless 'sexiest bachelor' features in the women's mag, so it's not just me who thinks so.).
Got a free pair of knickers at the party (women on roller-skates were handing them out, all nicely wrapped in tissue paper). On the plus side, they're from Agent Provocateur. On the minus side, they're pink and red kind of fishnet stuff. Still, presents are nice. Also got a free lapdance, which was cool - although strange to have after seeing so many people get naked in an entirely 'work' way earlier in the day.
Was interesting seeing the way that women reacted to being danced for. They all thanked the dancers and didn't try to touch the person dancing for them. Needless to say, there were many men looking on with their jaws to the floor as women danced for other women (there were male dancers too but lots of women chose women to dance for them). Bless 'em.
They also had women handing out free vodka jellies. My head hates me for drinking (Eating? Slurping?) them. And drinking beer. And drinking wine. Am seriously hungover.
Posted by emilyd at November 21, 2002 08:02 PM