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I was reminded this morning that Sexpo starts today and runs until Sunday.

Now, I've always enjoyed going to Sexpo in Brisbane, though to be honest I usually spend more of my time perving on the other patrons than I spend looking at the exhibits. However, that said, I'd like to go to the Sexpo here in Melbourne for comparison, so the question is, who else wants to go? Sexpo is a hell of a lot more fun with a group of (open minded) friends.

The ever lovely umbra_mentis has suggested a Friday night visit (they are open until Midnight Friday night), so that's an option. If I don't go Friday night, the other option is Sunday afternoon.

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pastryproducts
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:39 am (UTC)
I'll be there tomorrow night with the lovely wife and a few friends, so make sure to say either say hello or scream 'unclean' at me across the crowds...
halloranelder
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)
What! You mean I might actually get to meet this fictional construct you call a wife? I don't believe it!
pastryproducts
Nov. 15th, 2007 05:38 am (UTC)
I thought you already had, she showed up for Arc a few years ago when she helped me write My Ship Sails.

I think she's been at a few after parties too, both Conquest and Arc!

Maybe you're the fictional one!
paradigmshifty
Nov. 15th, 2007 05:30 am (UTC)
Friday night sounds good...
aphephobia
Nov. 15th, 2007 09:24 pm (UTC)
Damn! I forgot about when it was on! A few of us were talking about doing a NaNoWriMoSexpo trip. (Because, yeah, we're the world's most ordinary group of writers.)

I went a few years ago when I was VERY pregnant. It was hilarious. Even moreso when one of the security d00ds at the door went, "That's one way to sneak your kid in here..." :)
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