Splashin' Out

Am feeling distinctly the worse for wear this morning after a VERY late night and a skinful of vodka - have to keep running to the loo now, but what fun I had!! Went for dinner @ Elmo in Chelsea (click here for address/reviews - it's a fun place and I liked my sesame-crust tuna) with R, Stuart and Jesus and then to the much-trumpeted Splash! after a long debate about whether to go there, or G, or some gay ice-cream place, and did we have time to a) go home and get changed b) go to the ATM etc. etc. These guys make me feel decisive. Lots of cuties in Splash (particularly the guys working there!), lots of variety, go-go dancers and thong-wearing bartenders. Sometimes I forget how upfront everyone here is, compared to at home. There's no messing around, it's straight to the point - very ermmmm.... refreshing?! They're all so complimentary too... I felt like the belle of the ball (helped, no doubt, by the magic of vodka). AND no ridiculous attitude. Love it and love them. Will I be going back? You bet. Did I take up any of the offers? Gotta run.... :))