zibbolo and stat do wheels and doll baby

Warning: this is a long one but I ain't written one of these in awhile thanks to the fresh girlfriend I'm rocking.

Apart of the Perth fashion festival was the Saturday night showcase of the fly rock burlesque label 'Wheels and Doll baby'. Who the fuck are they? Well check out the site and notice the picture of pammy rocking the tighty whitey shirt looking fit as fuck, amongst other celebs rocking the gear. They where charging 65 dollars a pop to get a ticket to the show and 200 dollars to get into the after party. Both where sold out well before hand!

Me and lestat with no tickets and/or after party wrist bands decided we where going to go anyway haha

Lestat has some long lost relatives who are integrals parts of the brand, they where only the fucking head designer and owner and the co-owner rockstar husband who happens to be the uncle of lestat. Nevertheless it had been a three year stretch since they'd hung out and we had no idea if we could make it happen.

The show started at around 8, so we got into forest chase around 5 and started doing small surveying rounds of this huge pavilion tent they had set up haha. They were already fly models milling around with curlers in their hair. Nervous as fuck we both needed to piss, then we went back there and did a couple more rounds laughing our asses off considering sneaking in through backstage (there was an opening at the side and a box of plastic cups, but doing the whole 'delivery - we have your box of plastic cups here' was probably to movie like) we finally just got the ga'll to just step straight up to the security guard.

So we stepped to this security guard who is standing out the front of the tent flap and go;
"Hey man, can you tell us if Mark is inside?"
The security guard goes; "Umm... I dunno... do you want to look?"
What an excellent guard I know!!: D

He steps aside and we both waltz in there, and there are caterers setting up tables and prepping food, sound technicians preparing the foldback and people setting up chairs. Luckily Mark, Lestat's long lost uncle was there, just chilling out around all the sound shit. Lestat goes;

"Heyyyy Mark! It's stat I saw you and Mel in the paper and I thought I'd come down cause I read your doing a showcase tonight!"

Lestat's uncle was only to happy to see him

Lestat's uncle was well spaced out and he was sober, rocking shoulder length matted blonde hair, with a face and thin scrawny body damaged by the clear combined effects of harsh drug and alcoholism, he looked withered and spoke quietly in hazy spores of babble and sported teeth that had gaps and strips of blackness between and on them. This all probably came to be I figured with pastimes of his rockstar lifestyle. In other words, here in front of us was the coolest mother fucker you ever saw.

His wife Mel, the designer of Wheels and doll baby, who makes fucking millions on this planet with the garments she makes was all "Darlllllllling Mark", "Where's Mark?? :<", "Mark babyyy..." basically following the every whim of whatever Mark was doing when not handling showcase aspects. Mel was fresh too; she was gracefully old yet still hot as fuck, a former playboy pet from back in the day who had her tits almost bubbling over her leopard corset. She liked the shirt I was rocking haha dope!

Lestat tell's Mark something along the lines of;
"Hey umm... what you doing later...we kinda got no tickets "
"Aww you got no tickets?" Say's Mark, "Come around the back and I’ll show you so and so and she'll let you in through backstage"
Both of us are like "Uhh okay..."

Mark leads us into the back YES! The fucking back, where all the models are getting make up and hair done and some are half dressed. All fucking 20 odd of them look over at us, Mark gets this rocked out red headed tattooed chick and goes "Hey this is my cousin and his friend, let them in later through the back later tonight."
"Awwww your Mark's cousin, okay sure thing: D"

And fucking bam, just like that we where in. In fact we were confident enough to leave the joint and we grabbed ourselves some nando's

Fast forward to 8 o'clock and it's the start of the show.

There are a ton of people lining up outside the front in what will look like nightclub style too long forever lining up. We walk around the back of this huge tent and there is Mark practising, strumming on his guitar. Stat chats with him for abit and I'm eyeing this hot blonde thing backstage, once again Mark leads us through hair and makeup, the actual place where the birds dress up and finally inside the tent haha.

There is free piss and it's quality champers and beer and we are chugging it down hard like you should haha.

I see Peter Sumich and the lead singer from Eskimo Joe, Chris Tarrant is walking around in the distance, Bree Maddox, politicians like Peter Natrass, Max Kay, Julia Bishop and other politicians that we don't care about along with a whole bunch of snooty mofo's and of course the quality snizz that is up, around and about.

I see an old actor chick friend and it's going well, in fact too well so I palm her off (gotta bird) to lestat casually dropping that he's related to the designer. She fucks me off straight out and starts working it hard on lestat. I'm continually eating the finger food and getting drenched in free alcomohol and collecting more and more.

The show hasn't even started and I'm already well blitz'd, I see Chris Tarrant again and go to the actor chick;
"Hey that's Chris Tarrant!"
"Who's Chris Tarrant???"
"Haha, Fremantle Dockers player."
"Wow, he's hot do you know him?"
"Of course I know him. We go way back." (I was just talking shit here obviously but she goes;)
"Can you introduce us?"
"Umm...haha"
"Haha, you’re full of shit - you don't know him"
"Alright, if you want to meet him, let's go"

Totally off the cusp I lead her towards Chris Tarrant who is surrounded by three blondes and talking first I go
"Hey Chris, what's up man, how's it going."
"Uhh...hey man" He tentatively shakes my hand
"Hey meet my friend!" and I shove this actor chick in his face
Chris lets go of the 'fuck another groupie attitude', he had with me and lights up with her in his face

I pay him a complement and slink away and hear him work his game and it's shit haha, he uses shit like;

"So what do you reckon of the show?" / "Are you having a good night?"

Aww man, I walk off and two minutes later she comes back unsurprisingly where she goes "Mannn, he was boring."
"Haha really" I say

Combined with this wild shit done here and over hearing that stat is related to the designers I noticed something crazy; I am getting proximity AI's from all these fine snooty hunnies, and they are hovering and smiling hard - fresssssssssssh

We watch the show and for those that are interested the clothing was hot and you could see flange and nipples through see through tops.

The actor chick decides she is focusing all her attention on lestat. After the show we went fully nuts and I'm walking into the backstage areas not giving a fuck because I realise there is no actually security stopping anyone from doing this. I watch the models get changed again, I share a smoke with a bunch of models, chat shit with some of them, there are some flamboyant mofo's running wild and they’re always interesting to talk too. Between all this I'm making my way back into the front only to grab and drink some more free piss. People are noticing this and I'm lapping up this attention of some kind of A-class high flyer vip mofo.

At one point I was walking into the backstage area again with the actor chick and this hot 40 year old follows us into the back. The actor chick has a big head now and goes: "Umm who are you? :/ How do you know lestat?"
I can't believe the drivel that then happened next, she goes; "AWWWWww Lestat, I love his photography!!! I saw his artwork at the art gallery and I love the nude portrayal work he did!!!”
I’m thinking “What the fuck are you on about?”
The actor chick looks at me and goes, "Omg is Lestat a photographer?!"
I'm laughing inside and go "Ahh...yeh course, isn't it obvious?"
I notice the actor chick’s face as her mind tells her to try harder at scoring Lestat. It was fucken golden.

Stat is trying to score us wrist bands for the after party, this old cougar that’s following me is laughing at anything I say, I get to a point where I test it and start launching off lame jokes like “Yeah it’s like when a cat, sat on the mat and had a fat.” This lady is laughing her ass off in tears overjoyed beyond belief at my put on weak shit. My intuition told me I could have easily gone “Hey come in the back and I’m going to fuck you right dead in the ass under the stage.” And she would have been down with it but I ain’t one to cheat on someone I’m well into.

Actor chick fucks off her mum and dad and rolls with us. These other birds are hanging off us and start going "Heyyy can we come?" On the way out I see Chris Tarrant is posing with these two birds and they have their tits out, classy awesome dope fresh haha

We go the after party which is in this part of the casino I've never seen before. There is red carpet leading up to a ground floor black marble lift. There is also a huge line leading up to it with all types of revellers looking to get in. With the wheels and doll baby entourage we made ourselves apart of we cut through the middle of this huge line and one of stats rich ass cousins goes, "Hey these guys don't have wrist bands, but they're going up anyway."

We go up this mirrored lift and when the doors open there are waiter chicks with stubbies of moet that have been ribboned up in elegant detail that wasn't needed along its tops. "Okay" I think to myself, and guzzle down more free piss and mingle with this higher, higher class crew with also an open bar. The models from the show are all in there and to be honest I was stunted by the absolute beauty. It was that plus the fact some bloke had this hot stunner on his lap and her mini skirt was rising up past her vag and the bloke clearly had his fingers in there. Sick cunt ayeeee.

I focused my attention on scoring me a wheels and doll baby showbag but dropped it after I had lestat approach this bird from the side and I got captured trying to swipe her showbag from the other side haha

Later I popped my hand on the actor chick’s waist just talking normally, not even noticing and she goes and she grabs my hand and it was lustfully obvious what could have gone down if I let it.

Later on that night/early morn actor chick goes and gets herself locked out because she goes down stairs and out the lift. We finally broke out after having our fill of this different world of snooty uptight hotness with an open bar (couldn't get the piss because everyone was at the bar) and we headed off to Freo

Conway, Dan, Fidelio and Meteor where running riot in there and I saw an impressive display by Meteor dodging a bullet with some gino starting on him for simply going well on a bird apart of his group. They weren't even going out and he fucken hyped on trying to start shit, well done for diffusing that Meteor, you're a sick cunt.

I couldn't get in the mood nor did I want to cause of the gf and what I had been to earlier and the bitches here had a highlight of even more skankiness about them now. Then there where some crew having fights outside being totally gay unable to keep their emotions in check, and I’m crashing back to this world which I do love but I’m not up for it right about now. I realised fuck this scene and I'll be back at the wheels and doll baby show next year haha

Update I had to figure what made Mark such a cool mofo.

Turns out he is the lead guitarist of oldskool rock band the divinyls, you may know the song "I touch myself..."

how could you make a song like that and not be fucken cool. Anyways he's all up in the Aria hall of fame and the sickest thing ever about this is he didn't mention shit all about any of it.

That just makes him fucken cooler and no wonder all these models made an effort to go up and hug and kiss the shit out of him.

peacccce


zib