Things are a bit quiet here at stately Brisbane Ultimate Blog mansion at the moment. It’s the off-season, you know? Too hot for us. Wettie has retreated to the cooling balms of the Cobra-lair, while yours truly is looking at piles of paper, keyboards and books and sighing with pleasure. And speaking of pleasure, we’re fortunate to have been able to send our new social reporter, Zsa Bin ‘Flick’ Gaboom to last week’s glittering QUDA Bash. Here’s her report.DAAAAHHHHHLINKKS!Oh, the
QUDA Bash last Friday night. Oh, my head spins dahlinks! It SPINS! No, non, nyet, it was not the jagerbombs or tequila that did it to me (although I did spend some little time on my small bottom tsk tsk, but when you’re wearing seven inchers … ( heels I mean, not that kind you RUDE little ‘ting!) one’s teeter becomes a totter so EASILY). Anyway, where was Zsa Bin?
Well, this was the third QUDA Bash, and once again the social butterfly met up with the flying disc bee as they say in the biological sciences or at least if that was how your mother described it to you when you were six, and it was all thanks to the high powered organisational skills of that QOTS (Queen Of The Scene) Ms
Molly Young and her little band of flowers that we have to thank. Molly, you are a true DAHLINK and I kiss you on both cheeks and give your bottom a little pat to say well done. Nice gown too. Your little Flick she loved it dahlink.
Many many well dressed and very pretty young things trod the tiled carpet at the glamorous
QUT Campus Club (I thought this was Jangles' house - but maybe he was out galavanting as he does? Such a clean-cut boy - you'll never see him doing that nasty movember thing), very conveniently located for many folks near the city pubs and clubs and of course the Botanical Gardens made for some frolicking and late night disc golf both before and after apparently. And if you weren’t well dressed … well, we still interviewed a few people on the tiled carpet, including
Dan ‘the Tan Van’ Young (brother of the QOTS and very sexy indeed – this is a young man that is going places, ladies) who was an early arrival, and
Alastair ‘the Dapper’ Don, who this year in solidarity with the brothers and sisters involved in the climate change talks decided to leave the limousine at home (forgetting of course that this meant that his entourage would be lost and turn up a little bit late).
It was indeed a starry night and so your celebrity correspondent gravitated into the powerful field of QUDA’s
Astronomer Royale, who was holding court in a fine blue number (the colours though were so bright across the spectrum, and your celebrity correspondent had been a little naughty with the drinks and so maybe the colour was black. I don’t know. Ask your mother.)
Speaking of royalty, things certainly started jumping when the Lady’s
Eireann and
Carla arrived with their lovable jesters Sir
Rob and Doctor
Jon … although sadly the Yellow numbers were a little down this year.
Alex and
Katherine Whan used to like our Brangelina ... but now ...
But of course, I am busy name dropping here and I will stop it, just for your dahlinks because you ask so nicely and don’t complain when I pinch your chubby cheeks.
See-mon and
sMike of
Townsville were there. Those two would make a killing as hairdressers - all you need up north is a set of clippers.
That silly man
Jason dR was asked once again to the be MC for the night. Master of Ceremonies I think he thought of himself, but I think he was just a Mic Controller - you can't get that thing out of his hands. Thank goodness there was no kareoke or he would have started on the
Freddie Mercury - oy vey! He did look good in his vest, I will give him that dahlinks, although he’ll have to do a proper song and dance routine next year, ala
Hugh Jackman, if he wants to keep the job. His jokes fall flat, but on the other hand he’s willing to do it and we should thank him for that. Fortunately, it was a good time for me to sit down as the room was spinning a little bit, what with the good looking boys and the be-yootiful ladies and the drinks and the chatter and the good times and memories of the year and that.
The presentations kicked off with the traditional
Club of the Year, and everyone was madly flicking around with their internet enabled phones to find out who won, because it was revealed that the winners had already been leaked on the internet at the
Brisbane Ultimate Blog itself (a bit suspicious as they were the sponsors of the award … but then if I were to start talking about suspicious then it would be a bit like the mirrorball calling the glitter-queen a bit too sparkley – je ne pour ou quois? (While I think of it, thankfully the delightful
Stephanie was there once again to add a certain class to proceedings too – kiss kiss!)
But in a surprise TWIST,
Trevor Goes to the QUDA Bash received an award as “
Best New Club of the Year”. And speaking of kiss kiss that’s what
Reece and
Trevor and Jason did up on the stage. It was almost as bad as that American idol boy, although the age difference was a little scary. Everyone was watching Jason’s hands and thankfully they stayed in sight (not like last year, eh! Not many people noticed but I DID and I’ll be saving that little piece of dirt for when I need Mr de Rooy to do me a very big favour!)
When it came to Club of the Year, of course the
University of Queensland Lovers won. Sad that so few of them were there. I think points should be added for coming to the QUDA Bash. I think
Julian was boycotting.
Alas, I took a short bathroom break and missed a few of the awards. Upon my return to the ballroom there was a man with a staaah-range accent walking the room with a rubber mallet (perhaps one of those sexy kinky sexy things, perhaps? Get your mind out of the gutter!
Maylin is a harsh mistress, I am sure, but not that kind.) Thankfully, only pure thoughts entered me as I noticed
Notty up on stage too. That women is so innocent yet so glamorous ….
my friend
Daniel Blacklock says she has a wicked gleam in her eye but I will hear nothing of that sort!
Probably the closest category of the night was then announced.
Chokers of the Year. There were two nominations, both very very worthy in their own way.
Plastic Scourgery and
Dojo Mojo. As I overheard from a husky young man next to me “There’s some high quality failure there, and I’m not talking half-arsed failure like Churchill”. But there could be only one winner and that was
Plastic Scourgery! Does this mean that the Dojo have come second and choked again though? Sometimes it’s like a mobius loop trying to follow this. By this stage that wonderful wonderful man
Mr Dustin Czok had bought me champagne.
Andy Langowski looked gutted – this seems to be his permanent expression, except when he’s eyeing off his lovely wife or drunk (which is most of the time, so he’s really a very happy fellow).
2009 was a very big year
on the field for Queensland Ultimate apparently (I don’t pay much attention to this kind of thing, but *sigh*, you are reading me for a full account of the evening as I can provide. Of course, the night couldn’t go by without a mention of the king-stud-of-Queensland himself,
Mike Neild, who represented Australia at the World Games, or Mr Disc-Golf
Tim Marchbank who’s now the Australian Champion at his discipline (ooh, discipline!). Of course,
UQ were once again the Australian University Games Champions. And the
Fresh Fries were Eastern Youth Champions. Well done all - champagne flying disc, to be sure!
Finally came the announcement of the
Bruce McNaughton Award.
Bruce was there, escorted by his lovely daughter
Peta and that layabout of a son,
John (but such a nice smile he has – I understand I think, a little), but as you’ve no doubt heard or read across the twitter-waves, the wonderful winner, the beautiful and talented
Adilia Murabito, had done a
Cinderella and wasn’t in the room at the vital moment to receive the award! Still, the love I felt …. well it was like
Matt Boevink was smiling down on me from on high. He really is like the Sun, you know!? Speaking of sunshine, beach-god
Nathan and his goddess
Tatiana spoke to me about some off-the-record stuff that will be revealed to all soon!
With the ceremonies seemingly over, I felt a vague concern. Through the bright lights and charming good looks surrounding me at the bar, I knew something was missing. What was it? Suddenly, everything came to life again, as announcements were made for the ladies to put their hands on their heads or their tails, and the gents were asked to lean over the bar, as it was time to judge the
Queensland Frisbee Male Arse of the Year. I and many around me squeed with joy! DAAAHHINKS! It was so exciting.
And who should be doing the judging but
Eireann! A connoisseur of butts, I understand, having groped many a bum in her time.
After a lot of feeling, three semi-finalists were selected for a re-frotteur. I for one was surprised at how long all this was taking, dahlinks, let me tell you. But Eireann and her helpers seemed to think that the male arse is like a fine wine and best consumed slowly or something. I don’t know. But anyway, the winner was
Leon ‘Fatty’ McIntyre! Hopefully the Board of Education won’t find out. But hey kids,
Dojo Mojo finally have something to put in their trophy cabinet (perhaps we now finally understand why he was recruited to the team)!
Eventually anyway, much like the glittering stars themselves, the night ended. But oh what a night! I look forward to dusting off the evening gloves for next year.
Until then - as I always say, chaow bella frisky! Zsa-bin out!
