The Geneva Convention is in town for the long weekend, so we went out for drinks/dancing last night. We were in Sevilla and some girl rocked up wearing just about nothing – as in, a skin tight, white “dress” with a pouffy bottom. We christened her Sailor Moon. She looked very uncomfortable, and kept adjusting herself which was a problem because every time she pulled the dress down to cover her arse/ladyparts, her boobs became more exposed, and every time she tried to fit her boobs back into the dress her arse came into view. Ugh.
GC and I thought, however, the her friends’ conservative dress code made up for this aberration. We were shocked, then, when a young woman wearing devil horns standing with Sailor Moon reached into the back of her dress, exposing first a thigh high slit then her underwear – which she promptly removed.
Really, it was 9.30 at night in a nice part of town. Surely you wait until everyone else in the bar is to drunk to remember or care before you remove your underwear?
I know Saturday night’s a licentious free-for-all, but this was just gross.