Peibols Beckham : Your Disco Needs You (Casino Club & Radio Mix)!

So.. on Friday I took the poors' way of travelling bus to get to Madrid.
Bubu and mr Solís came to pick me up and we went to Chueca.
Close and fast park (amazing).
Then, I acted like a fucking hobbo so I got changed my t-shirt in the middle of the street, using deodorant and my eau de toilette.
Bubu made a complete embarrasing photosoot.
Hate him.

It's been like 2 years with no english speaking, so I was quite shy, so we decided to drink a little bit couple of pints, so we could be more confident.
We gossiped, we talked about Saint Laurent's breakfast and so on.

Mike said he was ready, so we went to his hotel.
There he was, standing in his beloved Spain.
Not only a really nice aussie guy for his simpahty, also because he bring us a copy os Dannii Minogue's Club Dildo Disco but not he regular edition, you all poor gays had, it's the Australian Edition!!!!.
Amazing!
We really L.O.V.E. it!



Yummers!

After the introductions, we walked to have dinner in el Rincón de Pelayo.
We put Dannii's dildo disco on a window close to our table, like it was a virgin an altar.
The canary waiter didn't like, but it was OUR Dannii.

Mike told us about his embarrasing adventures in Canary Islands, which he liked just the first 2 days, then on, he hated the islands, where you can have sex only for breathing.
Funny strories.
We tried, to translate the menu, quite difficult with words like escalopines, but anyway, Mike feed himself, fair enough.

We told him some stories as well and he totally listened 100%... as if!

We also discuss about Sluts Girls Aloud taking away from Dannii's hands Xenomania team.
Poor Cheryl and friends...

In the middle of the coffee (no caffeine in Oz) Adidas Superstar called me, so we said of meeting there, in the fucking Pelayo Street.
That's right.
We paid, we went out and we met Adidas and his friend Almendstrong (how big is Aragón, baby).
We crossed the street and we went into LL, the kind of bar we thought Mike'd like.

Actually, even without understanding a word of what Lolita Versace was saying, he seemed to have fun.
Then appeared Orange, and later, Dana Fairbanks (Mike's lesbofriend) and there we were a happy gang, every one speaking in the language we could.

Dana Fairbanks wanted to see spanish lez, so we went to Fulanita de tal.
I'd heard of this bar a thousand times, but never been there before.
Well, we don't have lesbofriends in Madrid, it could be a good reason...
Anyway, the orange place is smallest than what I hoped, plenty of beauty lez and a second floor downstairs.
Cool.
For a moment I felt like we were a band of fag-hags around our lesbofriend, there waiting and looking at.
At least me, the only gay from the village.

I met la Niña. We knew each other from Tony Tornado's, but never seen the real face.
Quite nice.

Then we moved and we ended up in Polana, what we thought it was gonna be plenty of hobbits ecuadorians but not.
We had our drinks (except Bubu due to some terrible queer stole his drink) and we moved around.
The dancefloor, the top, the stairs...

The music was quite good, apart from that 2 live acts we suffered : a boy and a girl who sang live (why??) and had this undescribable dancers.
The best thing I can say about her are her shoes.
The worst about him is he performanced with his shirt on.

They played YMCA and even a Grease megamix, wich Mike really enjoyed (especially, Olivia's lines).

Nothing more remarkable.
I think.
I hope.

We walked Mike to his hotel and we went home.



Have you seen my lollybag?

On Saturday, we woke up, ate and, what an australian surprise, on TV it was Muriel's Wedding.
100% australian weekend or wot?

I got changed and went to Chueca, to meet Dan and JL at Nike, where we just drunk and gossiped about men, Sailor Moon and stuff.

Bubu called me, told me they were at Fenac, so there we went.
Mike was already looking for really trashy spanish music that's why he got Las Supremas de Mostoles' CD in his hands.
Then we looked for more embarrasing music like Soraya Arnelas, Edurne or Conchita, but finally we made him buy Mónica Naranjo's Minage, Rafaella Carra's greatest hits and Fangoria's Naturaleza Muerta special edition.
Better.

Tony Tornado (who looked like Rebelde Gay Way) and Proudstar already met, so we went to where they were and moved to Sierra.
Drinking in the street!
There came OrangeBoy and Shhh! (who hasn't got a blog any more, so I don't link him) and we drunk like a pint and a half.

Mike told me A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. stories about Dannii in the 90s.
My God! Knowing this woman is loving her.
I told him my Jordan's adventure.
Classy!

We went to the Marie Chinese, plenty of people suffering of homosexuality.
We drunk like 7 jars of Sangria and ate like bloody pigs bears.
Bubu asked for all the food and Proudstar for the drinks.
Well done team!

We really enjoyed the dinner, talking, laughing, screaming beauty and queen!! and applauding to the next table gays, who where celebrating a birthday.
We left singing-along the classic Gracias por Venir! (I know the lyrics!! So?)

We really tried to get into The Paso, but even there was queue.
As if!

So... we thought... we want music... we want porn... that's easy!
We went to Rimmel.
They played Kelly Rowland and MadonNO and some sort of classic east-porn movie with teenagers disgusting and a HOT bearded man yummy!.
After a few cum shots couple of drinks, we decided to go.
Where?
Someone said Estudio 54, so there we went.

Nice place, acceptable music, even hot guys...
But we really didn't care too much about that.
We only wanted to drink and drink, take like a thousand of pictures (some quite cute others quite naughty) and fooling around...
Funny anyway.
We were there 'till they closed and swept us outside.

Then there was this classic scene where a gay band walk to a place and a thousand things happened in every corner.
I mean, meanwhile /andresibiri recognized me and stopped me (JL made the same with him but didn't work out), Bubu start making pictures, mr Solís broke a Manolo Garcia's poster to make a masquerade, quite scary, everything must be said.

Finally, I don't know how, we all arrived (well Orange left) to The Angel a classic in the hairy night.
We kept drinking, as usual and took pictures.
Mike might left because of his flight, so we sadly said bye-bye to him, hopin' for his second spanish tour.
Let's see if he can see Madrid in the sunlight.

Appeared later Carlosh with the most incredible spicy t-shirt.
And finally I met Piscu, we already knew ourselves from my Blogia era, but never met before.
Nice to talk with him and Tony about Kylie.

Then I went with Carmen Sandiego to the underground, but she got totally lost.
Where in the world are we, Carmen Sandiego!!!

On Sunday I woke up only thinking in the bloody bus I must take, that 4 hours... so I got really upset.
Poor Peibols.

Anyway, I ate at mr Solís' and left waving my white handkerchief, like the sophiticated lady I am.

The travel I spent it sleeping all the hours I didn't before.
And, at the moment, that's all of our australian adventures!!



Cheers!
Big Ears!