Say Cheese... Now Smile!

"Yeah you... shook me all night long"

Last night, to celebrate our graduations, Laura and I decided to "splurge" and had dinner over at the Blue Bayou at Disneyland. Let me say... um.. it really isnt worth the "splurge." It was OK... yeah... jut not worth the "splurge."

Although their deep fried cheesecake was something to die for. Not exactly "health-friendly"... but at least it had bananas.

Anyways, afterwards, we met up with Luc and it was off to Mickey's for their 2 FOR 1 special. It was also gay porn night. Oh lordy...

Ok. So on one of the stages there, there was a fellow who I like to call "Whips and Chains guy" because he'll put on a show of tieing guys up and hitting them with a whip. Anyways, last night he did the most ghastly thing... he tied up a guy in his underwear (WHO VOLUNTEERED!! WHAT THE...) and placed CLOTHESPINS ALL OVER HIS CHEST. OH!! And if that doesn't sound bad enough... there were ribbons attached to the clothespins and so right when Laura and I were standing in front of the stage... WHIPS AND CHAINS GUY GRABS THE RIBBONS... AND JUMPS OFF THE STAGE!!

OH MY GOODNESS!!

I covered my mouth and cringed. At that moment, the sound of the pins snapping off of his nipples was louder than the music the DJ was playing. And yet... the volunteer was happy. You could tell... he was in his underwear.

Oh my goodness!! What am I doing here again!?!

Other than the madness of the S&M show, the night was quite nice. I actually got to meet Mr. Whips and Chain's boyfriend, Steven, who surprisingly wasn't into the whips and chains... but more into the self mutilation. He proudly boasted of his 38 piercings... none of which were on his face. He said that he only had 3 on his chest... which left 35 elsewhere. 35!! I wanted to ask him if he set off alarms in airports with so much metal in his crotch... but I didn't want to sound stupid. Too late I guess. :P Anyways, he was a really friendly guy and definitely someone I'd hope to run into in the future because he had such a positive vibe going for him. Plus he put his face in my chest and gave me a raspberry.

...it was a bonding moment.

I still had a LOT of fun. They played the only 2 classic rock songs that I ABSOLUTELY LOVE and I got to thrash my hair about like a cheap stripper wearing leopard skin pasties.

I also had a hotdog from a person selling it off a cart on the street later that night. You don't know how nervous I was about that since my mom told me to never do that.

I am such a rebel.

*gasp*