Pimp my Marselan

Last night I held my first ever (and certainly last for a while) housewarming party. It was a lot of fun, with lots of lovely people in attendance, who brought us wonderful gifts. We have so many household products now I don't think we'll need to visit a shopping centre cleaning aisle for at least two years. And boy, did we over cater. We have so much food stuffed into our Westinghouse, I'll be shoving cubes of cabanossi and cheese down my gullet for the next fortnight.

Being overexcited by seeing so many friends and family members, I actually forgot to get my camera out to take phots. Until, of course, later in the evening - once most people had departed - I noticed this:

How could one not take a photo of this? For those of you unfamiliar with the work of Marselan, he's a great friend we know through the theatre (specifically, Arts Theatre productions of Terry Pratchett plays). He's also the proud owner of a pair of leather pants, which you'll notice he's wearing in this picture. I didn't think there was anything that could make my red lounge suite sexier, but I hadn't reckoned with Marselan's self-described "wild, unkempt masculinity". ;)

Thank you once again to everyone who came along to the party; and especially to those who brought gifts for us. We are like, totally stoked that we know so many awesome people. Awesome!

P.S. In case you didn't believe me about the overstocked fridge:

Stacked to the max!