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Party Animal
It pays to have friends with big...
By Ivan Lim Party Animal
January 21, 2010
FUN PAIR: The columnist with Dee, marketing manager of the Lo&Behold Group, which runs OverEasy. PICTURE: LO&BEHOLD GROUP
SHE stood gamely in the queue with a few friends, waiting for her turn to be examined.
It wasn't a medical consultation.
It was part of an event called 'Fill my D-Cups', in which women who were game would be assessed and given drinks according to the size of their, er, how do I put this delicately?... bosoms.
One drink for a cup size A, two for B, three for C and a bottle of vodka if you were a whopping D.
Many came - in all shapes and sizes, and at least 140 of them weren't shy to join the queue. Most were in high spirits though some looked slightly apprehensive at the moment of truth. A few had boyfriends there - for support, no doubt.
Some had criticised the gimmick as being sexist and demeaning to women. Which was rubbish, of course. The promo was equally demeaning to men as transvestites were fully welcome to take part, though the organisers never confirmed if any had been present that night.
Said Dee, marketing manager of the Lo&Behold Group, which runs OverEasy: 'We were prepared to let trannies take part if they did show up.'
So authenticity was never questioned. It was left to the panel of adjudicators at the not-so-sophisticatedly but appropriately named 'Boobie Booth' - two women and a guy - who held up signs that said A, B, C or D.
A few tables had bottles of vodka proudly displayed in the manner some Chinese clubs have a magnum bottle of brandy taking pride of place on their tables.
Deflated?
Now back to the woman in the queue. The contest was scheduled to last from 9pm to 11pm, but due to the overwhelming attendance, stocks were running low and the promo was cut short to 10.30pm.
By the end of the night, 280 loose drinks would have been given out and a bell which was rung each time a D-cup stood behind the judges would sound a grand total of 40 times.
Unfortunately for Gerri, for that was her name, the bell did not ring for her. She is by no means a small girl. A friend of mine had very authoritatively described her as 'double D' though I'm a little concerned about how he had obtained that information.
She was adjudged, surprisingly, to be a C.
She was aghast. 'Are you sure?' she asked the judges, who weren't moved. A clause in the contest stated that the judges' decision was final and that was that.
'They're cheating,' she protested. Perhaps the judges were feeling a little deflated by then from a night of cleavage assessment. I get that feeling too. After a long day at work staring at the computer screens, the letters appear smaller and slightly blurred.
But it ended well for Gerri even though she was 'totally put off by their decision'.
'Thank goodness I have a friend with huge ones,' she said, and they were soon seen brandishing a bottle of Belvedere vodka - which would have set them back about $170 otherwise.
At the end of the night I couldn't help noticing the very well-endowed Dee (her name is Daryl but most of her friends call her Dee and I'm seriously not making this up) was very modestly dressed. Her monumental assets were discreetly hidden.
'I didn't want to outshine my guests,' she explained, bowling us over with her incandescent smile.
Party Animal
It pays to have friends with big...
By Ivan Lim Party Animal
January 21, 2010
FUN PAIR: The columnist with Dee, marketing manager of the Lo&Behold Group, which runs OverEasy. PICTURE: LO&BEHOLD GROUP
SHE stood gamely in the queue with a few friends, waiting for her turn to be examined.
It wasn't a medical consultation.
It was part of an event called 'Fill my D-Cups', in which women who were game would be assessed and given drinks according to the size of their, er, how do I put this delicately?... bosoms.
One drink for a cup size A, two for B, three for C and a bottle of vodka if you were a whopping D.
Many came - in all shapes and sizes, and at least 140 of them weren't shy to join the queue. Most were in high spirits though some looked slightly apprehensive at the moment of truth. A few had boyfriends there - for support, no doubt.
Some had criticised the gimmick as being sexist and demeaning to women. Which was rubbish, of course. The promo was equally demeaning to men as transvestites were fully welcome to take part, though the organisers never confirmed if any had been present that night.
Said Dee, marketing manager of the Lo&Behold Group, which runs OverEasy: 'We were prepared to let trannies take part if they did show up.'
So authenticity was never questioned. It was left to the panel of adjudicators at the not-so-sophisticatedly but appropriately named 'Boobie Booth' - two women and a guy - who held up signs that said A, B, C or D.
A few tables had bottles of vodka proudly displayed in the manner some Chinese clubs have a magnum bottle of brandy taking pride of place on their tables.
Deflated?
Now back to the woman in the queue. The contest was scheduled to last from 9pm to 11pm, but due to the overwhelming attendance, stocks were running low and the promo was cut short to 10.30pm.
By the end of the night, 280 loose drinks would have been given out and a bell which was rung each time a D-cup stood behind the judges would sound a grand total of 40 times.
Unfortunately for Gerri, for that was her name, the bell did not ring for her. She is by no means a small girl. A friend of mine had very authoritatively described her as 'double D' though I'm a little concerned about how he had obtained that information.
She was adjudged, surprisingly, to be a C.
She was aghast. 'Are you sure?' she asked the judges, who weren't moved. A clause in the contest stated that the judges' decision was final and that was that.
'They're cheating,' she protested. Perhaps the judges were feeling a little deflated by then from a night of cleavage assessment. I get that feeling too. After a long day at work staring at the computer screens, the letters appear smaller and slightly blurred.
But it ended well for Gerri even though she was 'totally put off by their decision'.
'Thank goodness I have a friend with huge ones,' she said, and they were soon seen brandishing a bottle of Belvedere vodka - which would have set them back about $170 otherwise.
At the end of the night I couldn't help noticing the very well-endowed Dee (her name is Daryl but most of her friends call her Dee and I'm seriously not making this up) was very modestly dressed. Her monumental assets were discreetly hidden.
'I didn't want to outshine my guests,' she explained, bowling us over with her incandescent smile.
