If there’s one industry out there that’s both grueling and monotonous, it’s hospitality. Whether you’re one of the waiting staff, a barista, or in the kitchen, it’s hard yakka. I’ve been a kitchenhand on and off since late 2007, so I know what I’m talking about. Many a dish have been scrubbed with my suddy hands.
Yet another inaugural fail in our series of articles focusing of the alcohol induced stupidity that happens on any good night out on the town. If you want to submit a video, post in on YouTube (as you do) and send the link to matt(at)barsandnightclubs.com.au. Enjoy!
On an ordinary night out, yes I would usually be drinking. I was all over the vodka lemonades and wet pussy shots, dancing like Beyonce and getting home when it was daylight. But as the nights get darker and the air is colder, I’ve swapped the heels for boots and the alcohol for my car keys and been the designated driver doing good deeds for my friends on a night out.
Don’t you hate it when you’re on a night out, having a great time without a care in the world, when *gasp* disaster strikes and suddenly your whole night is basically ruined? Just think of the awful possibilities… Your phone has died, you’ve lost your friends and you’re stranded all alone in a dark club with seizure-inducing lights.
How long does it take you to get dressed when you head out for a night on the town?
The guys may not take as long as the girls, because they claim that there is no need to get too dressed up. Just chuck on a clean shirt and some pants is all they have to do.
Ah, celebrities. No matter what they’re famous for, you can’t help but see their faces plastered everywhere from newspapers, the internet and trashy magazines like New Idea. It doesn’t even matter how famous a celebrity (if they can be called that) is, whether they’re on the Hollywood A-List, rock stars or a cast member of an Aussie soapie, they’ll appear somewhere.
Ok, so I generally loathe the term ‘indie’ or ‘hipster’, but like racist terms in the 1930s, they get people’s attention, allowing us to gather around the hate-monger fire and pretend we are better than people that we are actually just as awful as. I would consider myself a ‘geek’ in the sense that I’ve spent most my life dry-humping the orifices of pop-culture and wishing I could still afford Warhammer.
Guys find that having a mate to help facilitate pick-ups increases their chances of success. A ‘wingman’ is someone who helps a friend to screen potential partners and attract desirable ones. The term originates from aviation terminology referring to “tandem aerial combat scenarios” according to the ever reliable Wikipedia.
Ever had a night so big, so epic, so memorable that you can’t remember a thing that happened? Think weekend in Vegas…Hangover style. And if that movie has taught us anything, it’s how to remember what happened the night before. When you’ve had too much to drink and woken up wondering what the hell happened last night, how you got that bruise, where your wallet is and who the person is in bed with you, just think: what would the wolf pack do?