EDNA has decided to start to review stuff. She is starting with a recent ladies night. She might review more. She’s not yet sure. We hope she will endure.
In moving recently from a more happening part of inner Melbourne to the (sub-?) urban fringe, I was concerned that this friendly Antipodean‘s social life would be a shortcut to the old folks home.
A notable concern was the local public house. There was no local public house.
Yet I thought there was a reprieve (and my, how excited I was) in the form of a ladies night, as per the flyer above. Thoughts were conjured of my innercity days, a vision of the my abandoned hedonic halcyon.
Oh! What I left behind. Booze, thrilly underwear, dildos.
Goodness. Mains-powered vibrating apparati. MMmmmm.
And then, upon reading the flyer, I admit I was not feeling overly confident in a good night. It was a dubious venue (a kindergarten – yes, a kindergarten!).
And there was no booze (can you get buzzed off tea?), which just made me consider staying in.
However, hopes were lifted by the mysteriously mentioned “Enjo”!
How my mind wondered. Who are you, Enjo? My imagination conjured toned buttocks, tight knees and a wholly inappropriate chest. Such handsome virility for this hungry feminist to devour.
Now, being sheltered and having lived for 9 years in the inner city, I was unaware of what happened in the ‘burbs.
What could I expect from this “Enjo”? I was expecting a gleaming European. He would be a raging, throbbing, oliveskinned hunk of stripping man flesh. Oh Enjo, I thought, turn me on. Make me feel like a woman. Make me viscous and conducive. Leave me breathless, inconclusive.
Heart racing and blood pumping, I donned my favourite stripper underwear and sped to the Fawkner kindergarten…
How utterly disappointed I was to discover that “Enjo” was not my tantalisingly bronzed adonis, but actually a brand name for cleaning products. The ladies night truly was a night of embroidery and tupperware. Is this what counts for fun?
I am wondering if I need create my own fun by dressing up in a burka and staging up a Pythonesque ladies night at the local mosque…











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