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xansI was amazingly not nervous or self-conscious at all last night. I mean, you'd think, just the thought of parading about on stage in my underwear and little else but paint would cause a case of the nerves. Mno. I don't get it. I used to hate being on stage, in front of people, being looked at, let alone having all that done with me barely dressed! When, oh when, did I abandon my self-consciousness to the point of being just a tad bit insane to do this shit stone cold sober? At night. In the winter. Fuck it was cold.
As per Brad's instructions, I got to Scarfies at around 8:30 just like everyone else. He introduced me to this one girl who'd also been in the wet t- contest, not that I remembered her, and she promptly introduced me to her girlfriend. So I hung out with a pair of lesbians, which wasn't bad, except for the moments when they made out and I felt like such a third wheel. Not to mention I was cold, and dancing wasn't making me warm.
At about nine thirty-ish it was time for us to go into this back room to get painted. There I met two other girls who would be painting me. They'd, thankfully, come up with an idea and even had a mini sketch of it. And so, I stripped, and they started painting me. It was a stroke of good luck on my part that the underwear I'd chosen to wear was the right colour, so I got to keep them on. Not that that really kept me warm or anything.
There were heaters on in the room, but when you're naked, what's hot to other people is barely warm enough on a cold night like last night. I ended up standing on my clothes so my feet didn't freeze on the concrete. (which was funny, then, when Peter txted me because I could feel my sweater vibrating) I couldn't sit, I couldn't really move around, because too much movement would crack the dry paint. And I really wasn't drunk enough to not feel the cold. There's also the fact that people kept coming and going, letting in cold, cold air from outside, especially if they forgot to close the door properly.
As it was, there were nine of us getting painted. Two guys, seven girls. One guy was painted as Wolverine. The other was Randy Campbell (whoever that is). Of the girls, I immediately knew this one would totally make it to the finals: her paint job was beautiful. She was a sea creature. There was a dragon, and a faerie (I thought they had a good chance, too), GI Jane (no chance, but all in good fun), the one lesbian girl I was hanging out with earlier was painted with a couple signs of the zodiac, another girl was a she-devil. And I? *giggles* I was the naughty nurse.
First round had me with Wolverine and GI Jane. I got to be bloody first, parading around for a good minute or so. I saw and heard some of the girls from my hall. I got asked by the DJ why I was a naughty nurse. For on the spot, I think I did pretty well. "So I can give people 'check-ups'" It was funny afterwards when I had to make a run to the loos (fuck my feet were ice) and of course some people saw me, and had lots of compliments for my 'costume'. Then it was a long wait as there were two more rounds to present the others.
Waiting around, I was talking with Dale, the guy painted as Randy Campbell. It was funny because he was clearly toasted, and more than a little overwhelmed to be in a room full of several naked (or mostly naked) girls. He kept saying how hard it was to keep his eyes up, and off the breasts. And a couple of times he walked away before he did or said something truly embarrassing, as he put it. I was mostly amused, when I wasn't bloody freezing.
Finally the third lot went out, and by then my paint had cracked all over, especially after the run to the loo. One of the girls who'd been painting me had left, but the other girl and I managed to touch everything up before we all got taken back so they could announce the four finalists. I was sure I had no chance of making it.
Sea Creature, She-Devil, Dragon, and Faerie all had really good paint jobs. At the same time, I didn't want to get my hopes up only to have them dashed upon the rocks. And so, the DJ started announcing the four finalists, but the mic was playing up. I couldn't hear what's being said; it kept cutting in and out. But then Brad was pointing at who had to go out again. Pointing at Sea Creature. At She-Devil. At Wolverine.
At me.
In about two weeks time, I will be back at Scarfies, for a chance to win up to $1500 in the finals. Yeah, I was shocked and psyched. I honestly didn't think I'd make it. Although according to Brad, I looked "fuckin mint" whatever that means. Mostly I just couldn't wait to wash it all off. And get feeling back in my feet again. But it's so cool I made it to the finals! Again! 'Cause I know I did with the wet t- contest, but with that they only cut four from twelve; the odds of making it to the finals were better. This time it was only four of us out of nine, and it could easily have been both of the guys making it and only two of the girls making it.
It was rather amusing walking about in the minutes afterwards, because though I threw on my skirt and sweater, the paint on my legs still showed, and the little nurses cap was still on. I got a lot of cheers from people who saw me. But, as soon as I had my ($50) bar tab in hand, I left with Peter so I could get clean again. Got more calls, mostly just, "Oi, nurse!" while walking along the street past Diablos and such. Peter kept commenting about how cold it was, and I just had to tell him how he had no room to complain. (My feet were literally so cold they were burning up)
But I had fun. I got a bar tab again. I made it to the finals. There were pictures, and I get a free CD of them.
Fin.
As per Brad's instructions, I got to Scarfies at around 8:30 just like everyone else. He introduced me to this one girl who'd also been in the wet t- contest, not that I remembered her, and she promptly introduced me to her girlfriend. So I hung out with a pair of lesbians, which wasn't bad, except for the moments when they made out and I felt like such a third wheel. Not to mention I was cold, and dancing wasn't making me warm.
At about nine thirty-ish it was time for us to go into this back room to get painted. There I met two other girls who would be painting me. They'd, thankfully, come up with an idea and even had a mini sketch of it. And so, I stripped, and they started painting me. It was a stroke of good luck on my part that the underwear I'd chosen to wear was the right colour, so I got to keep them on. Not that that really kept me warm or anything.
There were heaters on in the room, but when you're naked, what's hot to other people is barely warm enough on a cold night like last night. I ended up standing on my clothes so my feet didn't freeze on the concrete. (which was funny, then, when Peter txted me because I could feel my sweater vibrating) I couldn't sit, I couldn't really move around, because too much movement would crack the dry paint. And I really wasn't drunk enough to not feel the cold. There's also the fact that people kept coming and going, letting in cold, cold air from outside, especially if they forgot to close the door properly.
As it was, there were nine of us getting painted. Two guys, seven girls. One guy was painted as Wolverine. The other was Randy Campbell (whoever that is). Of the girls, I immediately knew this one would totally make it to the finals: her paint job was beautiful. She was a sea creature. There was a dragon, and a faerie (I thought they had a good chance, too), GI Jane (no chance, but all in good fun), the one lesbian girl I was hanging out with earlier was painted with a couple signs of the zodiac, another girl was a she-devil. And I? *giggles* I was the naughty nurse.
First round had me with Wolverine and GI Jane. I got to be bloody first, parading around for a good minute or so. I saw and heard some of the girls from my hall. I got asked by the DJ why I was a naughty nurse. For on the spot, I think I did pretty well. "So I can give people 'check-ups'" It was funny afterwards when I had to make a run to the loos (fuck my feet were ice) and of course some people saw me, and had lots of compliments for my 'costume'. Then it was a long wait as there were two more rounds to present the others.
Waiting around, I was talking with Dale, the guy painted as Randy Campbell. It was funny because he was clearly toasted, and more than a little overwhelmed to be in a room full of several naked (or mostly naked) girls. He kept saying how hard it was to keep his eyes up, and off the breasts. And a couple of times he walked away before he did or said something truly embarrassing, as he put it. I was mostly amused, when I wasn't bloody freezing.
Finally the third lot went out, and by then my paint had cracked all over, especially after the run to the loo. One of the girls who'd been painting me had left, but the other girl and I managed to touch everything up before we all got taken back so they could announce the four finalists. I was sure I had no chance of making it.
Sea Creature, She-Devil, Dragon, and Faerie all had really good paint jobs. At the same time, I didn't want to get my hopes up only to have them dashed upon the rocks. And so, the DJ started announcing the four finalists, but the mic was playing up. I couldn't hear what's being said; it kept cutting in and out. But then Brad was pointing at who had to go out again. Pointing at Sea Creature. At She-Devil. At Wolverine.
At me.
In about two weeks time, I will be back at Scarfies, for a chance to win up to $1500 in the finals. Yeah, I was shocked and psyched. I honestly didn't think I'd make it. Although according to Brad, I looked "fuckin mint" whatever that means. Mostly I just couldn't wait to wash it all off. And get feeling back in my feet again. But it's so cool I made it to the finals! Again! 'Cause I know I did with the wet t- contest, but with that they only cut four from twelve; the odds of making it to the finals were better. This time it was only four of us out of nine, and it could easily have been both of the guys making it and only two of the girls making it.
It was rather amusing walking about in the minutes afterwards, because though I threw on my skirt and sweater, the paint on my legs still showed, and the little nurses cap was still on. I got a lot of cheers from people who saw me. But, as soon as I had my ($50) bar tab in hand, I left with Peter so I could get clean again. Got more calls, mostly just, "Oi, nurse!" while walking along the street past Diablos and such. Peter kept commenting about how cold it was, and I just had to tell him how he had no room to complain. (My feet were literally so cold they were burning up)
But I had fun. I got a bar tab again. I made it to the finals. There were pictures, and I get a free CD of them.
Fin.
