The Cowboy Geisha: October 2011

Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So c'mon and hold me tight
You move me

Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything groovy
Wild thing

-Wild Thing, Fancy

The sex-on-a-stick/cute-as-pie/fellow Sydney northern beaches homemaker (when we are in Australia) and the lady of 4thandbleeker, Alexander Spencer, hit the Indonesian waters last week...and one day she strode into the Shakuhachi store and told me how she had fallen in love with a totally weird jumpsuit on the rack. One thing lead to another, and before we knew it I was taking photos of her in a polka dot g-string and we were go go dancing in leather (kinky thoughts aside please).

Much to her lover's dismay (he literally said out loud that it was possibly the most boring hour of his entire life) she managed to find more than a few pieces to try, and we ended up thinking we were actually in a movie montage were the girl gets a make-over (except in this case, everything looked f*&K-off-brilliant on her).

In the end, we discovered, apart from see-through pants we both prefer men with facial hair and pot bellies, mums who clean your face with a flannel, and I managed to convince her that feeling like a home-bound older extravagant lady in a kimono is actually the best thing about them!

Here's a little taste of a few of the shakuhachi things that tickled her fancy.

Go-go dancing shots to follow.

Dear little Al,

Please come back to play very very soon.

Love from Celeste.

p.s incase you were wondering about the title of the post, it is the name of the jugs of cocktails we were drinking....and will drink again. There was no party pashing present (unless Mia pashed Ryan Gosling over milk and we missed it)