Queen B's Weekend Away At Nelsons Bay

Hi guys - Queen B here,

As Queen D may have notified you, I did a dissapearing act from the hussle and bussle of crazy Sydney this past long weekend to flee to the beautiful beachy town of Nelsons Bay. My friend Miss S and I jumped in her Toyota starlet hatchback pretending we were instead in our sleek black convertible and hit the highway for a car ride of screaming out the lyrics to "Spice up your life" and "Be My Lover"...it was going to be an excellent weekend.

After 3 magical hours of spice girls power ballads we arrived at our exquiste modern mansion. 6 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, 2 living areas, pool, cabana...it was insane.

We greeted our fellow mansion friends and headed into town for some lunch by the wharf.

We then popped on down to Dutchmans Bay beach which was literally 10 walking steps from our house for some seaside ciders and beach cricket. (Bullshit about the cricket we left that to the boys and worked on our tan).

Miss S and I laid on the beach and schemed of ways in which we could make friends with people who owned yachts, boats and jet skis....we had no takers...yet*.

That night we threw a "P Party" back at the mansion which meant everyone had to dress up as something beginning with P.

Cue sexy Pochaontas and myself as Pamela Anderson. Just to be safe I brought three flotation devices with me that night in case there were any drunken midnight pool swims. I'm thoughtful I know.

Meet the P Party costume winner Miss J in her DIY protractor costume, we did a lot of "angle" dancing that night.

Oh heeeey Paper boy and Popeye cooking up a storm on the BBQ, we love us some sausages ;)

Paulie D from Jersey Shore flexing those biceps, not sure if I look impressed or unaware.

That Protractor had some flip cup skills.

Eat that tissue paper Spinach Popeye.

Shit got real later on in the night when Miss S and I started up our famous Pop Up Parties in our boudoir. Limbo anyone?

Then the paper boy got naked...nuff said.

We had such an amazing weekend and we all just wanted to sell our bodies for cash so we could stay there for eternity, but it was time to head back to the big smoke and bid farwell our fellow party people.

Pam will be back in the bay one day soon but this time with her beloved Dirthouse Queens.

Who has the better weekend? I think I did...I mean sailors are good but a combination of men all dressed up in P themed attire (one being popeye who is technically a sailor) is better, I mean you Dirthouse Queen may have gotten a kiss but I got a fully nude long-shot of a young man in a multi-million dollar mansion.

Better luck next time ladies ;)

Queen Bernie xx