what was to be my birthday - a celebration of my transition from childhood to adulthood, me and 10 or so friends were going to treck down town to the heart of Sydney and party on to the wee hours of the morning. A few problems arised, however, which made me quite unexcited about going. Firstly i read my horoscope earlier this morning, which claimed that pisceans would be experiencing some conflict or some disappointment. Great.
Secondly i was mainly going with girls - 3 guys including me, the rest were some girl friends of mine. You might be thinking "whoa, sexy time fantastic" , but this wasnt the case, as these women who are my best friends were, as per usual, charged with an overdose of eostregen (or whatever the fuck that female shit is), leading to them being high maintencance and all that fuck. But first, a description;
We get there at 8pm, bludge aroudn a bit, then we make our way to an area where we can grab a bite to eat. We eat, then we make our way down to the club areas in Sydneys beautiful Darling Harbour. On the way we decide to stop off at a pub for an appetising drink, but alas the shit started to hit the fan right there. One chick realises she accidently forgot her ID, leaving us in quite a pickle. MY thoughts immediately reverted back to that fucking bitch ass of a horoscope in the newspaper, and the conflict and disappointment of which it warned me of. Fuck that newspaper, never buyin that shit again.
But alas, the male equivalent of a third leg latching on to the burly bouncer allowed her to enter the pub, im not sure why, but im assuming because the place was dead as a fucking graveyard and they needed some fine ladies inside. At this point im like, fuck, there goes a night of partying. And as i eyed the joint down i was like, fuck, this place is shit.
So after a few minutes we decide to head down to darling harbour, stopping near the R n B Superclub to devise a plan for my forgetful lady friend. Me and my guy friend, however, decide to head to the casino as that fiasco is solved, and en route we run into some more of our lady friends who were planning to rendevous where the others were. After receiving some fine compliments about my sense of dress from the 3 very sexy lady friends, i decide to ditch the casino idea, let my friend go on his own (as he was gonna momentarily meet some guy there anyway), and escort my lady friends to the other ladies. Aighty then.
We get there, it's all hugs and kisses, and all that shit. Woop. We figure out a way to get my friends id to where we were. What this involved was hauling the ass of my other lady friends parents to collect it from a certain location (where she left the id) and bring it all the way to the city. At that point i thought, fuck kids, im never having kids annoying fucks. Whatever
So then we r doing fuck all, being peices of shit, until we finally do something and go line up at the R n B SuperClub, which i heard Kanye West would be performing in. At this point it was around about 10pm. What a waste of 2 fucking hours. Whatever. The line was fucking huge, as expected for any Kanye shindig, but for fucks sake what pissed me off was that for about an hour that motherfucking line did not move an inch. At this point of my shittiness some of my lady friends decide to fuck off and get coffee, during which 2 more of my friends, one guy and one lovely lady meet us in the queue. They come back with their nice cafe lates, mochachinos on all those other fucking things and the line has still not moved an inch. After nearly an hour or so of not moving an inch and getting very tired, my lady friends parents have arrived with the necessary ID at hand. All seemed to be good, until i remembered that that motherfucking line had no moved an inch.
So we discuss this predicament, involving a lot of "why isnt this motherfucking line moving an inch". We decide to get the fuck on out of there and head round the corner to a club called The Docks, recommended by one of my very sexy, and very big titted lady friend (who i fantasise about fucking) sorry God. On the way we see that lady friends boyfriend who warns us that a fight erupts at that club every weekend (more on that later).
We arrive at this club, which had a line, not so big, but a line nevertheless. So we make our way to the back. Now the chick who recommended the joint, and the chick who came with her (these were 2 of the 3 chicks i ran into on the way to the casino), being the high maintenance bitches that they are (i love them to death, but this pissed me off), suddenly decide that "they have headaches" all because they did not want to wait in the line. This bold statement was followed by their exit from my birthday celebration, and not to be self indulgent or anything, but they didn't show any form of remorse or sympathy for exiting my celebration on such bullshit terms. This really made me feel like shit to be quite honest. Because they were impatient they decide to leave, making me feel quite unloved and just plainly disappointed. I also think it was a bit selfish of them to do that. Life goes on.
Anywho, with my spirits being crushed at that moment, and with the other lady firneds getting quite annoyed at the departure of the other 2 lady chicks, we make it to the front of the line of this club. Boom, we're in. I get in, and my first thought was "this place is full of wogs" (ppl from australia will know what im talkign about). Now i dont mean to sound racist, im half wog myself, but i felt uncomfortable, because i now knew why my lady friends boyfriend had warned us that fights erupted there every week (more on that later).
So i try to drown my sorrows by trying to get pissed, but i failed. I was tired as fuck anyway (had a big one last night too). Drinks were expensive as fuck, i mean, who the fuck thought that a shot of vodka would cost me 6 bucks? Fuck off you motherfuckers. i boguht it anyway, actually, more than one. oops. Anyway, we're all shaking our asses of on the dance floor, to some really shithouse Hip hop and R n B tracks. Now im quite surpsied they were shit, seeing as it turned out the DJ was none other than DJ Nino Brown. After an hour my other lady friends suggested goin to another place across the joint of this one. Im like, whatever, lets check it out. But 2 of my lady friends wanted to stay at this fucked up wog central club, so im like, whatever.
I needed to get money from the ATM, so me, my guy friend, and a lady friend decide to detour an ATM while my other guy friend, and the remaining lady friends (minus the 2 that fucked off and the 2 that stuck at that shit club) told us theyd meet us in this other club. So we get my money, we walk to the club, and another queue. So we wait, and apparantley the motherfuckers are at "full capactiy" - mind you, the people that told us theyd meet us in there were in there. And you know how the system works - chicks are prioritised over guys, and for that reason my shoes were deemed "too casual" for that lanky lame excuse for a bouncer who im sure was a homosexual. At this point i felt like going home because everything was all over the place - 2 chicks ditching me, 2 chicks at the other club, the others in this club which i couldnt get into.
Me and my loyal guy friend then decide to head back to the wog central club and leave this lady friend in the line of this other club to meet the others (she got in 5 mins after only because she was a chick). We make our way back inside and see the 2 girls we left behind and dance along with them. This is around 1;10 am. At this point a fight erupts - some guy smashes a glass bottle on someone, the boucner goes nuts, music is still playing, my lady friend gets elbowed in the back, and the list goes on. It was interesting, but i simply could not give a fuck because my night had already been ruined by almost everything that could go wrong. We continue dancing etc etc etc. I saw many hot ladies dancing on their own but i didnt approach them because my night and mood was just so fucked up that i didnt muster the required effort or courage. Around 1;45 am we deicde to head to the bus stop to take us home. GREAAAAAT.
We met the others who were at the other club i couldnt get into because of my shoes, at the bus stop. We caught the bus, came home, and now im here bitching about my night at 4 am.
MY horoscope proved to be quite correct - conflict and disappointment. The mixture of my forgetful friend and her ID, the massive line waiting, the hours wasted doing fuck all, my 2 lady friends ditching me as soon as we're about to enter a club, the sleazy atmosphere of the club, the lanky long haired, presumably homosexual bouncer and my shoes, supplemented by the fight proved to be quite overwhelming for me, and i only hope that my next experience would be much better.
can only get better from here, ay?
Secondly i was mainly going with girls - 3 guys including me, the rest were some girl friends of mine. You might be thinking "whoa, sexy time fantastic" , but this wasnt the case, as these women who are my best friends were, as per usual, charged with an overdose of eostregen (or whatever the fuck that female shit is), leading to them being high maintencance and all that fuck. But first, a description;
We get there at 8pm, bludge aroudn a bit, then we make our way to an area where we can grab a bite to eat. We eat, then we make our way down to the club areas in Sydneys beautiful Darling Harbour. On the way we decide to stop off at a pub for an appetising drink, but alas the shit started to hit the fan right there. One chick realises she accidently forgot her ID, leaving us in quite a pickle. MY thoughts immediately reverted back to that fucking bitch ass of a horoscope in the newspaper, and the conflict and disappointment of which it warned me of. Fuck that newspaper, never buyin that shit again.
But alas, the male equivalent of a third leg latching on to the burly bouncer allowed her to enter the pub, im not sure why, but im assuming because the place was dead as a fucking graveyard and they needed some fine ladies inside. At this point im like, fuck, there goes a night of partying. And as i eyed the joint down i was like, fuck, this place is shit.
So after a few minutes we decide to head down to darling harbour, stopping near the R n B Superclub to devise a plan for my forgetful lady friend. Me and my guy friend, however, decide to head to the casino as that fiasco is solved, and en route we run into some more of our lady friends who were planning to rendevous where the others were. After receiving some fine compliments about my sense of dress from the 3 very sexy lady friends, i decide to ditch the casino idea, let my friend go on his own (as he was gonna momentarily meet some guy there anyway), and escort my lady friends to the other ladies. Aighty then.
We get there, it's all hugs and kisses, and all that shit. Woop. We figure out a way to get my friends id to where we were. What this involved was hauling the ass of my other lady friends parents to collect it from a certain location (where she left the id) and bring it all the way to the city. At that point i thought, fuck kids, im never having kids annoying fucks. Whatever
So then we r doing fuck all, being peices of shit, until we finally do something and go line up at the R n B SuperClub, which i heard Kanye West would be performing in. At this point it was around about 10pm. What a waste of 2 fucking hours. Whatever. The line was fucking huge, as expected for any Kanye shindig, but for fucks sake what pissed me off was that for about an hour that motherfucking line did not move an inch. At this point of my shittiness some of my lady friends decide to fuck off and get coffee, during which 2 more of my friends, one guy and one lovely lady meet us in the queue. They come back with their nice cafe lates, mochachinos on all those other fucking things and the line has still not moved an inch. After nearly an hour or so of not moving an inch and getting very tired, my lady friends parents have arrived with the necessary ID at hand. All seemed to be good, until i remembered that that motherfucking line had no moved an inch.
So we discuss this predicament, involving a lot of "why isnt this motherfucking line moving an inch". We decide to get the fuck on out of there and head round the corner to a club called The Docks, recommended by one of my very sexy, and very big titted lady friend (who i fantasise about fucking) sorry God. On the way we see that lady friends boyfriend who warns us that a fight erupts at that club every weekend (more on that later).
We arrive at this club, which had a line, not so big, but a line nevertheless. So we make our way to the back. Now the chick who recommended the joint, and the chick who came with her (these were 2 of the 3 chicks i ran into on the way to the casino), being the high maintenance bitches that they are (i love them to death, but this pissed me off), suddenly decide that "they have headaches" all because they did not want to wait in the line. This bold statement was followed by their exit from my birthday celebration, and not to be self indulgent or anything, but they didn't show any form of remorse or sympathy for exiting my celebration on such bullshit terms. This really made me feel like shit to be quite honest. Because they were impatient they decide to leave, making me feel quite unloved and just plainly disappointed. I also think it was a bit selfish of them to do that. Life goes on.
Anywho, with my spirits being crushed at that moment, and with the other lady firneds getting quite annoyed at the departure of the other 2 lady chicks, we make it to the front of the line of this club. Boom, we're in. I get in, and my first thought was "this place is full of wogs" (ppl from australia will know what im talkign about). Now i dont mean to sound racist, im half wog myself, but i felt uncomfortable, because i now knew why my lady friends boyfriend had warned us that fights erupted there every week (more on that later).
So i try to drown my sorrows by trying to get pissed, but i failed. I was tired as fuck anyway (had a big one last night too). Drinks were expensive as fuck, i mean, who the fuck thought that a shot of vodka would cost me 6 bucks? Fuck off you motherfuckers. i boguht it anyway, actually, more than one. oops. Anyway, we're all shaking our asses of on the dance floor, to some really shithouse Hip hop and R n B tracks. Now im quite surpsied they were shit, seeing as it turned out the DJ was none other than DJ Nino Brown. After an hour my other lady friends suggested goin to another place across the joint of this one. Im like, whatever, lets check it out. But 2 of my lady friends wanted to stay at this fucked up wog central club, so im like, whatever.
I needed to get money from the ATM, so me, my guy friend, and a lady friend decide to detour an ATM while my other guy friend, and the remaining lady friends (minus the 2 that fucked off and the 2 that stuck at that shit club) told us theyd meet us in this other club. So we get my money, we walk to the club, and another queue. So we wait, and apparantley the motherfuckers are at "full capactiy" - mind you, the people that told us theyd meet us in there were in there. And you know how the system works - chicks are prioritised over guys, and for that reason my shoes were deemed "too casual" for that lanky lame excuse for a bouncer who im sure was a homosexual. At this point i felt like going home because everything was all over the place - 2 chicks ditching me, 2 chicks at the other club, the others in this club which i couldnt get into.
Me and my loyal guy friend then decide to head back to the wog central club and leave this lady friend in the line of this other club to meet the others (she got in 5 mins after only because she was a chick). We make our way back inside and see the 2 girls we left behind and dance along with them. This is around 1;10 am. At this point a fight erupts - some guy smashes a glass bottle on someone, the boucner goes nuts, music is still playing, my lady friend gets elbowed in the back, and the list goes on. It was interesting, but i simply could not give a fuck because my night had already been ruined by almost everything that could go wrong. We continue dancing etc etc etc. I saw many hot ladies dancing on their own but i didnt approach them because my night and mood was just so fucked up that i didnt muster the required effort or courage. Around 1;45 am we deicde to head to the bus stop to take us home. GREAAAAAT.
We met the others who were at the other club i couldnt get into because of my shoes, at the bus stop. We caught the bus, came home, and now im here bitching about my night at 4 am.
MY horoscope proved to be quite correct - conflict and disappointment. The mixture of my forgetful friend and her ID, the massive line waiting, the hours wasted doing fuck all, my 2 lady friends ditching me as soon as we're about to enter a club, the sleazy atmosphere of the club, the lanky long haired, presumably homosexual bouncer and my shoes, supplemented by the fight proved to be quite overwhelming for me, and i only hope that my next experience would be much better.
can only get better from here, ay?
