Gypsy dancer???

So the naughty kids were back in class today, and in fine form I might add. One of my eastern European students referred to me as a gypsy. I immediately had a Borat moment flash trough my mind. While his comment was meant in jest I am sure he was referring more to my dancing in class rather than my red lips. Sydney is an interesting city. It is incredibly culturally diverse but not as eccentrically tolerant like San Francisco or New York. That being said I was incredibly surprised today when no one but me seemed to notice the white, mid-forties, male, with short stature and average build, walking down the street this evening. This man was obviously dressed for a special occasion. He had a painted on pink tank top, which exposed the better part of his torso, paired with an ever so tight pair of jean cutoffs that put Jessica Simpsons Daisy Dukes to shame. These shorts were so short had his manhood not been pressed so firmly against the inside of his front zipper I'm sure it would have fallen out. He tromped across the cross-walk, arms folded over his chest, and as pouty as a sullen teenage girl who was denied entry to a Jonas Brothers concert. Something new everyday huh?

küssen!