What’s worse than waking up with an “OMG I want to die” hangover?  Realising that your camera you had with you the night before is missing…  Yup, that was my morning.

So this means I can’t show you guys any of the cool stuff from the Voyeur party I attended at Blakes Bar last night…  You’ll just have to use your imaginations now…  sorry!

This was actually the 2nd Voyeur party Blakes has hosted.  The 1st one happened back in July and for some reason I can’t recall now, I wasn’t able to attend that one.  But then David, the owner, was awesome enough to offer me a spot on the guest list for me + 3 friends. Woohoo!  He also promised some free drinks & snacks and a hot burlesque show.   How could I turn down an offer like that right?

Now I was told to be there at 7pm sharp as the burlesque show would be starting at 7:30pm.  And being an ex PE girl – if I’m told to be somewhere at a specific time, I’m there.  I don’t do the Capetonian thing and arrive 2 hours later.  Problem was that they seemed to be running way behind schedule.  So we actually ended up sitting around not sure of what’s going on for quite some time.  Things only really kicked off around 9pm in the end.  So yeah… that was a bit annoying…  and I was very close to leaving…

Luckily things picked up just in time.  A Bacardi rep first showed us how to make Cuba Libres – Bacardi Rum, Coke & lime.  It sounds really simple – but trust me, its really cool.   He told us “you want to be rimming the glass with the lime as well”… We had to giggle… he said rimming! haha.  (If you don’t know what that is, google it.)  We got a bottle of Bacardi for the table – just had to buy our own mixers – and then out came some snacks. Loved the mini burgers!  Why is it that mini anything just always seems so much cooler?

Then this cute girl dressed in a hot sailor outfit came out and did a very naughty burlesque act.   Very very hot…  The 2nd burlesque dancer stepped up the game by doing this routine with feather fans – cleverly covering her naked breasts (well except for fringe trimmed nipple caps!) and giving you only little glimpses of what she was hiding.   I actually love burlesque dancing. I think it’s so fun.  I’m considering taking a few lessons just for a laugh…

After the burlesque ladies did their thing, a couple of lingerie clad masked ladies came on scene to work the room as some “eye candy” and also to do some naughty dancing in the glass box Blakes has on the outside of the building – giving passers by a nice surprise.  Actually, I couldn’t resist sneaking into that box myself when nobody was looking! haha.  Too bad I don’t have the awesome piccie of me striking a pose to prove it.  Dammit.

The music picked up, the crowd grew, the vibe was hot and the party was finally on!  You had a rocky starts guys, but you pulled through in the end.  Had a good time, got to catch up with some fabulous people and even shook my booty a bit.

So where did I manage to lose that camera of mine?  Not at Blakes actually, but at the Fez.  I think I’ve mentioned this before, I’m really not a fan of Fez.  But for some reason, at a certain level of drunkedness, someone always suggests that we continue the party there.  And because at that point, my judgement is always a bit cloudy, I seem to think that it’s a brilliant idea.  The details are all a bit fuzzy, but I must have had one hell of a time… because I woke up on my couch still in my party clothes, smudged mascara, a headache from hell, clutching my little handbag…  My first instinct is always to check inside my bag to make sure I still have all my things (I’m quite forgetful and “los kop” on big nights out. haha).   That’s when I realised my camera was gone.  Total bummer…

Anyhoo, so now I’m off to go get a police reference number for my insurance claim and then to get a replacement camera… Oh well.  Sometimes there’s a price to pay for a good night out.

xxx