Somewhere in the night there’s a light in front of me
Heaven up above with a shove, abandons me
And even though I try I fall in the river of you
You’ve managed to bring me down too

‘(Can’t Get My) Head Around You – Offspring’

Last night I went into the city with my friends. This meant it was a Saturday. We had a basic plan, we went to a pub called Paddy’s where those who were drinking had Guinness (not me as I had to drive). Then we moved on to the Three Wise Monkeys. If you live in Sydney you should know this one – it has the statuesque thing above the door of see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil. This is where things started going a little awry.

See normally my group of friends is the youngest by only one or two years; last night in the upstairs section with the music and space for ‘dancing’ this wasn’t the case. See the average age was around 40. Basically a whole heap of old (relative to us – not talking about senior citizens here) women dancing. This would be a cougar hunters dream – yet none of my friends are cougar hunters… I think. So we finished our drinks – which might I add were unique. Has anybody reading this had Campari? One of my friends has decided he likes Campari and lemonade… I really don’t understand why (that said I would say it tastes better than the double scotch that my other friend had).

After a short break for eating purposes we headed towards what should have been the nights highlight – Purple Sneakers. What we didn’t take into account was that it was an RnB night. That changed things. The place was nearly empty and of the few people that were there half were wearing black or white face paint, costumes or something like that. Also they changed the drinks they were serving – so there was no delicious purple punch.

So we decided to walk and find somewhere else. We did a lot of walking. The were more misadventures here but I wont go into detail. It is too painful. Eventually we just went into the ‘Star Bar’, it was good enough I suppose.It may however have left me with permanent hearing damage.

In conclusion this story does have a moral – if your going into the city – do it on a Friday night.