Saturday, August 04, 2007
Lavish
It's been a busy weekend so far, and I'm behind in my work. I've drank so much this week alone that when I woke up this morning I could barely move from the giant hangover I was having. My body is still aching from last night, when I went clubbing with a couple of friends at the Docklands. My God, does that club suck! It's small, cramped, cost $20 to enter, has outrageously expensive drinks, is crowded, sweaty, smelly and dank, has poor interior furnishings, crap music and very amaterish DJ-ing. The line outside the club moved like a snail's arse, and even then the club was taking in way beyond its capacity. The cloak room (originally a kitchen - appliances and dishes still visible) was full by the time our group got there, and cost $4 per item besides. Oh, awful, awful. Their Jager bombs cost $15, which would have bought 2 far superior drinks from Barcode. The insanity! Not to mention how not fun it is to have to dance around with your big bag and coat dangling from your arm.
I ended up walking home alone from DFO Spencer (where our group parted) on the hauntingly deserted streets of the city at 4am in the morning. My legs and feet hurt, it was freezing and a huge run had appeared on my stockings. To make things worse I was verbally harassed on the way back.
"Hey Sweetheart," some scary looking guy said as he walked past me along Crown Promenade. "Hey gorgeous, where are you off to?" Fucker.
"Kill me now," another way scarier guy says to his friend, while simultaneously lunging at me and making mock stabbing motions with his hands aimed directly at his own stomach. Fucker.
Fuckers, all of them. I was scared beyond measure, but ready to swing my bag at them and use the stiletto heels of my shoes as weapons if need be. Thank goodness that most of these drunken assholes are like neutered puppies - all bark, no bite. Another instance of men intimidating women, dominating women, using language as a weapon against women.
And for the next post, some happy stories and jokes.
I ended up walking home alone from DFO Spencer (where our group parted) on the hauntingly deserted streets of the city at 4am in the morning. My legs and feet hurt, it was freezing and a huge run had appeared on my stockings. To make things worse I was verbally harassed on the way back.
"Hey Sweetheart," some scary looking guy said as he walked past me along Crown Promenade. "Hey gorgeous, where are you off to?" Fucker.
"Kill me now," another way scarier guy says to his friend, while simultaneously lunging at me and making mock stabbing motions with his hands aimed directly at his own stomach. Fucker.
Fuckers, all of them. I was scared beyond measure, but ready to swing my bag at them and use the stiletto heels of my shoes as weapons if need be. Thank goodness that most of these drunken assholes are like neutered puppies - all bark, no bite. Another instance of men intimidating women, dominating women, using language as a weapon against women.
And for the next post, some happy stories and jokes.
# posted by me lah @ 6:49 pm 
