So as you have read my previous blog entry you will no doubt already know the background to this next one ( and for those who don't ... tut tut tut, where have you been then eh ).
Paula's birthday boat party was a in her own words a banging n rocking do, so although had to leave with about a dozen guests still on the pier, the rest of the night went off well.
I can see both sides of the argument to letting on board any more guests that the specified maximum of 80, but I still swing to the side that with most of those invited being young, slim females and thus were very light and took up little room ( plus were damn easy on the eyes as did I mention that she had invited some of her model colleagues along, oops ;o) it would not have rocked the boat to let on the last few!
The music was not exactly to my taste, being a mix between club r'n'b, club soul and coloured regatton, most of which was in an accent too strange for this white guy to understand, and having been a dj's roady in the past I knew that he wasn't used to the boats setup at all, but I seemed to be the only one who noticed.
The cruise along the Thames was smooth and regardless of the other boats no one seemed to feel sea sick, at least I didn't notice anyone throw up or looking green around the gills.
The views out across he river were impressive, but not exactly break taking, and especially not when you compared them with the many awesome views I have seen from around the world. However I do agree with one onlooker who said it was a pity that we did not know what building we were looking at as that could have made them seem more important and thus worth while to look at.
I think only Paula could get away with still coming off as a slightly innocent looking girl while holding onto her birthday cake shaped and decorated to mimic a huge erect penis at the same time.
Her more normal cake had the classic number of candles, one for each year, however one of her more drunk guests thought it would be funny to wave his helium filled balloon above the candles once they had been lit.
If anyone needs to know why this is a bad idea, I will just say a few words and see if you get the gist ... "compressed gas temporarily contained within a super-stretched thin rubber membrane whose surface is moved to within millimetres of a tightly clustered group of hot naked flames".
( And for those of you with little or no understanding of physics ... balloon gets hot, weakness forms on its surface, the helium gas that is constantly trying to escape builds up the pressure at these weaknesses, the pressure forced against the weaknesses ensures at least one gives out instantly, the balloon goes pop and the escaping helium goes in all directions - in the process blowing out all the candles )
What was funny though, was seeing Paula take round the cock cake and insisting that all the guests take a bit out, without cutting it or using their hands. Funny as even though you could see it was a cake for some reason many of the guys needed serious persuasion before they would actually do so, I guess as in they were considering that if anyone saw them they might think they were gay or something pathetic like that !?!
I did enjoy a bit of a dance, regardless of the fact that I was only one of two Caucasians guests on a boat filled with South Americans and Africans, and was glad to find that there are plenty of coloured guys who have no idea of how to move it on the dance floor either.
The cruise finished earlier than expected and after that we just went on to a spot of after party clubbing.
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