What a night. Somewhat.I guess you could call it Club Crawling. That's exactly what Phuong, Bao, Adrienne S, Adrienne C, and I did last night. Club Crawling.
What is Club Crawling then you ask? Well, it's rather simple really. Very simple. So simple. You know what Pub Crawling is right? Like when you go round from pub to pub, just kickin' the vibe and doing your thang with a bunch of friends as you just leech onto the best things from each pub around the area. Precinct. Place. Locale.
But usually, a Pub Crawl is planned. You usually set out to go pub crawling before you leave the house. So I guess this is where Club Crawling is a little different. Essentially, it's the act of going from club to club because the one you're currently at, sucks balls. It sucks salty nuts. Literally. Ok, maybe not literally - wouldn't want to know which club you'd have to go to for that to be literal... But anyway. You get the gist of it right? Club Crawling. Unplanned Chaos. Somewhat.
We set out on Friday 26 May to have what we planned to be a rockin' time. A sensational night. An evening of pure fun and pleasure where we'd be at ONE club for the night - kicking it through the hours. So we started off with a dinner. Where? Nando's. Nothing super exciting really. Just... normal. Actually the food wasn't really off the hook there last night. The wrap that Adrienne S and I had, was admittedly a little bland. Dry. Rather tasteless. No real substance in the wrap at all. The Crown Lager I had was also sub-par - nowhere near the level of 'chilled' as what would be desirable. But the chips were good. And so was the salad. So I guess I don't have much to complain about. But was Nando's, though, and I expected quality.
But whoa, hold up. Something happened before the dinner. I've totally forgotten. The Car Crash - as mentioned in the title of this post. We were in a car crash. Yes, I was bleeding. Yes, my left leg is now broken. And, no, I cannot walk anymore. That's quite an important part of the story isn't it? So how did it happen? Well, like all car accidents, yes it was fun. But no, don't try this at home folks. We were driving (which is probably the case with about 80 to 90% of car crashes, I would assume) - but the car in front of us, wasn't moving. It was pretty much stationary. But in the illusion of the night, it seemed like it would have been moving, and only until we realized that it wasn't, did we crash into it. The brakes failed. The wheels screeched and skidded. And we went riding into a Toyota Echo at 80 miles per hour. Ok, maybe not 80, but 20. Or 40. Yeah, maybe 40. Maybe 100? 1000 kmph? (Yes this story is real, mostly, believe me) Either way, that sort of shook us up a bit. We had to take the insurance details from the other woman's car and all that jazz, but it was all good. She was another P-plate driver like us, and she was really nice and kind about it, talking about it being her first car crash and how it would become such a memorable experience in her life, etc, etc, etc no-one cared (joking).
But enough about that.
After dinner we went around looking for a pub. For a little relaxation. And to be honest, I don't remember what we did during that time, but we did not find a pub. And we ended up in the Docklands? Somehow. So we went to a little place there called 'The Lounge Room'. Not bad really, except everything there (just like everything in the Docklands, I suppose) was overpriced. Way overpriced. We're talking $10 desserts here people. No, not deserts. Desserts. And yes, I said $10, in case you thought it was a typo and I was supposed to write $1. In which case, you would've thought that I was really cheap, since I'd be complaining about $1 desserts. But anyway. What was I saying? Right. $10. $10 Desserts. So you'd imagine that it would be something that would be relatively large. Something wholesome for your total $10. So as a group of five, we figured, possibly, 2 would be enough. 2. To sort of share here and there, alongside drinks which we'd order (hot chocolate, orange juice, coke, etc). So we ordered a Bailey's Brulee and a Vanilla Panacotta. But what was the look on our faces when the desserts came? "What the f***! It's F****** puny!" Mind you, we didn't say those things. But we were thinking it.
We were thinking of pulling a runner. We should have. It would have been thrilling really. And we really could have. The waiters totally forgot about us. The manager didn't really even know who we were until we told him that we wanted the bill. We shouldn't have paid. Our luck was already running low, with the car crash, and that's not where it ended. Our parking was only supposed to last 1hr. That is, it would cost us $2 for the hour. And then $7 if we ran over the hour. So from the restaurant we ran as fast as we could, only to find out that we were 3 minutes over. ARGH MATEY! (Captain Barbossa style from Pirates of the
Either way, from there we headed to the City where we parked at Crown (another $10!) and went to BLVD. Free entry of course, cos we were super sexy. Seriously. Free Entry. But maybe not because we were super sexy. But because the top floor was booked out for a birthday party and only the lower floor was available to the public. Pretty lame since hardly anyone was even on the lower floor. So we just partied there for a bit and we took cowboy shots to pass the time before we decided, screw it, lets go to Famous.
So we walked the super hike from BLVD to Famous (or QBH as some people like to more properly call the venue) (not really much of a super hike either, really). Free entry to Famous too though, which was mostly because we were altogether absolutely sexy. But Famous was pretty much dead too. It eventually got relatively full - I'd still say about 60% capacity only though. Maybe even 40% capacity, really. So we danced there for a bit, had a drink or two - and danced. But the music was heavily R'n'B and since the place is so damn freakin huge, the lack of people made it really uninviting, or exciting. But we stayed there for about an hour before we decided to hit Lavish.
Lavish was relatively packed (3rd and final club for the night) and of course, since it was Lavish, it was purely Asian. No free entry here though - $20 per person is a biyatch after all those parking tickets we paid!! Perhaps the biggest downfall was that it was too packed. The venue is simply too small for the number of Asians who are willing to come to Lavish all the time. Especially for RnB, the dance floor is way too small. You're just left grinding against other people, and most of the time, it's other guys... which isn't fun. But you do grind against other women too - unintentionally of course. And I do get lots of random women just feeling me up as they pass by, acting as if I'm too drunk to realise - but I hardly had anything to drink - and I could feel it every single time.
The "house" section was pretty crap too, mostly because the DJ sucked. His music sucked. And his mixing sucked. He was so crap. Seriously, his segways were so appalling, it was simple like listening to a list of songs, randomly put together. Even someone at home with itunes could've done a better job than this sorry excuse for a DJ. He kept looping several songs too, as if people wouldn't realise that he was playing them again and again. Then he would play with the volume controls, sometimes make it randomly softer at the wrong places, and then cranking it up again within a few seconds, it was so lame. And he had a rather bad pitch problem and a lack of control over the maintaining of singers' voices at the right pitch as he sped up the tempo, and so it would sound like a fast-tracked cassette tape player where the voices screech as they're going faster. This DJ was lame. To the extreme.
So eventually we got bored of Lavish. And we went home. Home to our beds. Home to sleep.
And that was my Friday night.
How was yours?
P.S. My leg is not broken. How else would I have been able to hit the clubs after the crash?
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