Adam And Eve

In case you have ever wondered, there are a number of things that one may do on a warm Saturday night in Canberra. Although for those of you who actually know Canberra at all, you may argue that this is complete bollocks. You may also argue that a warm Saturday night is somewhat of an oxymoron, especially in November, but nonetheless, I maintain that you are not without options. In the land of public servants, never let it be said that they do not provide for their own amusement.

For example, you can go to the movies (as long as you decide what you’d like to see before 9pm). You can sample the variety of bars that fancy themselves as nightclubs (as long as you don’t have an aversion to faux irish and ‘army jerks’). You can also head out to that mecca of adult entertainment, Fyshwick, and indulge in a little late night shopping (even if its only the window kind). This is precisely what I did the other night after pondering the question of what to do with myself. The answer came to me that I should head out to Adam and Eve to buy hooker shoes.

Actually, this answer came to me in the form of my sister who required the appropriate apparel for her new hobby of pole dancing. It was also asked of me whether I would like to accompany her while she bought them but never let the facts get in the way of a good story. I thought what else am I actually doing with myself right now (the answer was nothing), and who knows what I might find when I get there? I must say though that it wasn’t quite as exciting as I’d hoped.

We had perhaps arrived in the quiet period that might come between the late afternoon browsers that are finishing up their day or planning for the evening and those who hadn’t yet begun their evening and required entertainment. There were not many shoppers around and what struck me (apart from the children’s corner with the Finding Nemo DVD) was that most of the shoppers were single women or couples. There were no festy men to leer at me over the stands and imagine me either inside the clothes and accessories on display or outside of them.

Not that I actually fit into the clothes and shoes anyway. It seemed that a lot of what was on offer was made to fit women with medically enhanced bust lines and anorexic feet. So was all this just another opportunity lost or not best managed? Well I don’t really think so as I’m not at all sure that a porn outlet is the best place to meet men you’d consider taking home to your mother but on the other hand, should I ever need to whip someone into shape, I now know just the place to call into first.