Hen's Night

It's a hard choice to decide whether your Saturday night should be spent with oiled up, overly-muscular men thrusting their stuff in your face or sipping champagne and running from canvas to canvas sketching a nude, heavily tattooed man - but this was the choice I was faced with and decisions had to be made.

The oiled up men came with a boat ride down the Yarra River on what turned out to be a very balmy evening, as well as all the alcohol that I could consume. The naked tattooed man offered something different from the norm - the chance to give my drunken drawing skills a go.
I weighed up my options, and in the end I opted for the tattooed man. The idea of 3 male strippers was just a little bit less appealing. With the nude model, I knew exactly where he was going to be at all times - no surprise lap dancing or grinding.

The idea of a male stripper is fairly unappealing to me. It all seems fine until he's down to his g-string and threatening to whip it off - then you start hoping that he'll keep it on, because you know what's under there isn't exactly the prettiest thing to look at. Male strippers are a thing of the 80's. They had their time and now it's all a bit daggy - like perms and leg warmers, only more risqué.

So i went with the life-drawing class, which turned out to be a laugh. we ran from canvas to canvas, adding to each others drawings while the model remained completely un-fazed by the fact that 25 liquored-up girls were giggling at him every time he dropped his robe.

Definitely an interesting way to spend a Saturday night.