I don’t know why

I don’t know why a buff young bloke was wearing black hot pants, a gold headdress and a vaguely gimp-ish mask at the function I attended last night.

My friend Sue isn’t sure either.

But we shrugged our shoulders and got our photo taken with him. As you can see I was slightly more standoffish than Sue, which I am regretting now.

It would have been a much better shot if I had cuddled up.

Ah, well, opportunity lost.

Does anyone have a theory on why he was wearing a black mask over his face and a fancy gold helmet? Is it a Mayan thing?

I should give you some context …

I was invited to the official launch of a restaurant called Hecho en Mexico in Newtown.

The invitation promised an unforgettable evening, brought to life by Cointreau and Teremana tequila (owned by The Rock) to “celebrate an evening of Mexican delights and even better margaritas”.

There were tacos, a custom margarita station, live music and a caricaturist ready to “capture your spicy, tequila-fuelled self” as a keepsake from the night.

We didn’t get around to posing for a keepsake, but we gave everything else a red hot go.

Then we headed off because there wasn’t any Chardy, Sue’s cat was due an insulin injection at 9pm and the youngest had turned up unexpectedly at my place.

The bus driver played loud show tunes on the way home, which kept my eyes open as bedtime rapidly approached.

That’s how my late 50s roll …

Today is much more sedate.

Song of the day: Santana “Smooth” (first song played by the live duo)