There is always room in my life for a new and unusual experience. Yesterday afternoon I went to a gay Jewish wedding. Mrs Audept had been friends and workmates with 2 guys for 35 years and I had become friends with them too. Last year they decided to get married and Yesterday (02/02/2020) was the big day. The wedding took place at a rooftop bar in central Sydney. The ceremony was mainly in Hebrew, so I didn’t have a clue what was going on most of the time, but the key parts and vows were in English. Mrs Audept was assigned to read one of the blessings. I felt a little out of place, I was one of the few straight guys in attendance and stood out for having hair on top of my head, none on my face, and wearing socks with my shoes. After the ceremony was over the DJ turned up the sound system to blast levels with the full ‘80s disco repertoire: Gloria Gaynor, Village People and The Weather Girls (It’s raining Men). The sub-woofers were running at 7.3 on the Richter Scale and conversation was nearly impossible. I installed myself on the most comfy lounge in the room, beckoned one of the waiters over and slipped him a serious tip. “Keep the Pinot Noir coming and I’ll be very happy”!. After a while a younger gay guy came and sat down next to me and said “Are you here by yourself, would you like some company?” I was both embarrassed and a little bit flattered at the same time. “I’m here with my wife, the lady in the orange dress with matching hair”, I replied. Mrs Audept spotted what was happening and was bursting with laughter at the look on my face, she thought it was hysterically funny. “You’ve still got it” she said. “Yeah, but the wrong people want it” I replied. I had met one of the bridegroom’s younger sister earlier and she made a bee-line for me, ignoring the defensive perimeter of empty Pinot glasses I had set up. She had only arrived from Europe that morning and was suffering a combination of jet-lag and over-consumption of alcohol! She was wearing a very low-cut dress with an under-sized bra suffering from containment issues. I couldn’t remember her name so I dubbed her “Storm in a D-cup”. She grabbed my hand, hauled me off the couch and dragged me outside onto the rooftop terrace. “I hear that you’re in the music biz” she slurred “you must have a joint you can share with me” For the second time in a few minutes I had to admit I was boringly straight. “You should go and talk to those 2 guys lurking furtively near the shrubbery” I suggested. “Follow your nose” By now the Pinot Noir was taking effect. I snuggled in close to Mrs A for protection and said “you’re looking smoking hot in that dress” She gave me THAT look and suggested we go home early. And so we did……… A memorable night out always has a happy ending!