In Da Club

Another August 10th rolled around for me, 27 years young, though I made sure to hold out until the actual hour of my UK birth to take on my new age tag, which worked out to be about 11pm (2pm UK) Australian time.

A day spent lunching in the Rocks with Pheebs, an afternoon eating Krispy Kremes with Fleebags and an evening eating as many pizzas as my gut would allow with Flee, Tom, Graeme & Charlotte at Zacharies in the Cross. After, we went next door to the World bar for a few quiet drinks and Indie night. Except as I made a huge point of it being my birthday on entrance, I was given a complimentary card to get beers and vodkas for $3 each. The quiet night ended up stretching out to a post 3am finish. Round 1 over.

Friday was spent recovering, posting possesions home and starting the long awaited and often questionable packing session. At least until the evening came around. Round 2 of the biggest weekend in a loooong time saw me start with the best intentions. I met up with my old Centric work mates for some Friday night refreshments. I managed to pace myself for the first couple of drinks but soon my stomach was hardened and slipped back into top gear - even if I was drinking nothing but my new friend, sparkling white. Amazing - you get a drink, and a piece of fruit in for the bargain! To my surprise, Friday turned out to be a great evening topped off with drinks by the harbourside before meandering back to Coogee on the bus.

Woozy, I awoke to a gorgeous sunny Saturday which helped drive me from the realms of feeling sorry for myself to go for a walk & read; down by the beach until the fresh air had worked its magic. Some more packing, and we were nearly ready to head out for round 3 - the big one.

After meeting our friends in the city, we headed to Star City on Darling Harbour, where I once again learned in a quick instant - that gambling for the worlds unluckiest gambler does not pay well. A failed attempt at getting into the uber-busy 17th floor bar had us a little sadened before the night was injected with a shot of something good in the form of the last great club-night out in the cross - 'Le Panic'. The music, surroundings and especially the people took everyone up a level and on my last night out in this great city, I didn't plan on leaving quick.