A hop skip and a jump away from Joburg, nestled between the mountains lies Sun City.
A gamblers paradise of slot machines and whiskey, smoking area's and fake rocks. Did i mention one super fake ocean, set in a backdrop of a super fake Ancient ruin(Speakers cleverly hidden in between the plastic rocks to give off the sound of super fake lions and super fake drums being beaten by a super fake ancient tribe?)
So when we heard the delicious Kylie Minogue was planning a stop over on her world tour to our tacky Sunny resort, we grabbed at the chance to see this goddess perform.
Not only did we have tickets,we had one really really really long limo, one really really really large booze cabinet in the limo, three really really really large platters of fancy shmancy snacks in the limo, and one really really really girly girl amongst a car of really really really fabulous gay men.
It was Priscilla Queen of the desert, it was To Wong Fu thanks for everything Julie Newmar, it was positively Bird Cage-esque
Totally tipsy, we arrived at the Palace, an extravagant hotel where cheap champagne, as it turns out, at five hundred and eighty rand a glass, is not very cheap at all.
We shoved our bags and pockets with handfuls of free snacks, collected our VIP arm tags, ran through the hallways of Sun City(Me in dark glasses and a head scarf, with my gaggle of gays shouting 'Kylie!Kylie!which with me being a size 10 apposed to Kylie's size 0 was not a very convincing venture)
And went to see the Aphrodite show.
It was beautiful, Dolce and Gabbana outfits everywhere, beautiful half naked men flying from the ceiling, Kylie in her petite prettiness was truly fabulous...singing the songs of my youth alongside the Aussie princess has left me hoarse and oh so happy..It was a night to remember.
Miss Kylie Minogue, We should be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky to have seen you!bless you and all your Dolce divineness.
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