lowroller

Yeah, so I went to the little hookup at Barrons and it started quietly enough. I fully intended to have a few quiet drinks and leave early. I've been pretty good at the whole not-going-overboard-with-the-drink thing this year. In fact, this was the second big night out I've had all year.

Without writing a detailed account (because to be honest the details are hazy) we started at a nice little bar which is getting closed down so they can knock the place down (major shame because it's really nice and you don't find places like that anymore). After a few drinks we moved on to ....

the strip club!

It might surprise people to know that this was only my second time going to a strip club. The first time was at a super dodgy place in the Cross (Kings Cross, Sydney) and I wasn't impressed enough to wanna pay money to see something like that again. I saw strippers at plenty of friend's parties though, and they performed some way more graphic acts than I think anyone will see at a strip club (without paying quite a bit extra).

The only thing you need to know about this part of the night is that thefuckoffkid got up and had go at pole dancing. He only managed a short, but fantastic spin before security told him to get off haha!

We also got a private dance. It sure was dark in there though ....

After that, it was off to the .....

Townie

I was out of money by then so I don't remember why I even went, but that's alchohol doing the thinking at this stage. I'm a little hazy on this part of the night .. I remember it kinda .. but the details are blurry. I was refused entry for the first time EVAR!! I was surprised. It doesn't make sense to refuse me entry to a place like that. Firstly, it's a bar, not a nightclub. Second! There's alcohol in there, and I wanted to drink some of it. Especially the beer. Thirdly - Refusing me entry on the grounds that I had no ID is stupid. No one, no matter how flattering they're trying to be, could ever think I'm any younger than 28. Anyway, they let me in .... probably because I gave them my confused, bummed out look. Fuck! I don't know. Anyway .... I got in only to walk out a little later ... I don;t remember anything about being in there, but I remember when I left there was a pretty big scene down the road.

Long Walk Home.....

Some guy was lying on the road with a small crowd around him. He was bleeding all over the ground and there were ambulance people working on him. He was still conscious so I guess he would be okay. The car that hit him was white and it had blood all over the left fender. A cop asked me if I saw it happen (I guess because I'd stopped and maybe he thought I'd been there for a while). I told him no and walked on.

I actually walked from King St, Newtown to William St, City. My logic for walking all the way back to my car there ...... I don't know. But I'm pretty sure my need to walk my "drunk" off had something to do with it. I guess it worked. I saw a pretty big fight outside a club on Liverpool St (I think).

Anyway, after waiting around a little, in case I wasn't sober enough, I got my car and went home.


NAmes withheld to protect the innocent. Except for TFOK, who I'm sure would want everyone to know that he can rock the pole dance (if only the security would let him )