Pimps & Prostitutes

Tory’s being assigned to East Timor next month, and the crazy bule, along with a few of her friends at UN who were also leaving, threw a farewell party last night with a fabulous dresscode: pimps and prostitutes! She promised jazz bands and strippers, but we found a dangdut orchestra instead. Still, highly amusing, and anything goes coz the drinks were freeflowing, the rooftop venue was breezy, the crowd was merry, and shit the margheritas were excellent. I look at the pictures this morning and I think, god I need to get rid of these pictures. Decency doesn’t come to mind. Tory gathered us around her just before it all started, and made this beautiful, emotional farewell speech, which almost ruined most of our mascara. It would never work to have it written down, it would lose it’s charm. But I look at her and I’m just simply inspired. Wherever she would go, whatever country she would be assigned to next, for the rest of her life, she will leave a trail of young and dreaming people like us, enlightened and ready to break barriers.
Then we clinked our wineglasses to the merry chorus of “WE FUCKING LOVE YOU TORY !!”. And the night began.