P*le P*arty

So, what did you do last night? Watch a bit of telly? Knit something? Clean out your pantry?

Ha, well those of us Over 18 in the EasternMax family travelled over The Bridge to the annual Bobbi's P*le Studio Christmas Party in The Cross. As you do.

My Pilates instructor, a former soloist with an international ballet company, P*le Dances as a hobby. She's really quite good at it. She auditioned for So You Think You Can Dance in this dance style to resounding success only to be knocked out in the Jazz section. Rumour is she'll try out for Miss P*ledance Australia next year.

I must admit to feeling a little apprehensive about going to this event, as were my other female friends who were going. Us little Doris Days in a world of, well, NOT Doris Days. Our husbands, however, felt no such apprehension.

BUT it was A*M*A*Z*I*N*G. The girls were extraordinarily athletic. P*le Dancing at this level is saucy but not sleazy - a gymnastic show which would compare to the skills in aerial silk dancing (just with towering stilettos and fewer clothes).

A really cool night out for us LNSMs**.

* trying to avoid odd Google searches...
** Lower North Shore Mums

Edited to say: Mid-way through the performance we stepped out to grab a drink at a nearby bar before going back for the finale. We stepped into a great little spot called Apperitif on Kellet St. Domestic Goddess - guess who we saw there? Your brother-in-law.