like a movin' heartbeat in the witching hour
def leppard, animal.
safari glam night at oosh was fun.
yes, we all bothered to turn up in outfits that salute the wonderful world of the african savannah.
me and my zebra pumps, snake skin watch and bambi badge and my outrageous kenneth came in his oh-so-appropriate 'crocodile' brand polo tee.
kudos to nurul for the wonderful set up and fighting for the seat next to the waterfall.
oosh seriously is the place to chill into a night of good conversation and company.
there were individual cabanas with sofas and tables for privacy and what i loved about the place is that it wasn't leveled so it felt like you were in the great outdoors.
happy birthday to raf sexx now also known as rambo raf. you looked absolutely gorgeous in your safari inspired police/park ranger suit. so incredibly glam.
then it was off to kenneth's for rugby world cup finals - england vs south africa.
i have zero interest in rugby just to let you know, but i was pretty awake because of:
ah, i'm not one of those butches who pretend to watch rugby for the passionate sports and know the game. i watch rugby for the men. MEN IN TIGHTS and in this case, MEN IN WHITE TIGHTS.
so much muscle definition, so much happiness.
besides kenn and me, matt and andrew came over. ashley popped by for 3 potato chips and rendered unfit for rugby. whilst three hardcore rugby fans ooh-ed and ah-ed at the prospect of england winning their second victory, the first time a team would do so if they won, i sat there and admired God's beautiful creations.
hey, don't judge me.
