Not just ‘death as a fact of existence’, but like in-your-face, your life ending in the immediate future death. To be exact on December 21 thanks to the Mayan Apocalypse.
You might remember ‘Holy Shit Everybody Is Going To Die’ from
Engaging in a solid drinking sesh during the day and then attempting to go out clubbing afterwards is not easy. If you think it is then you are A) a male for whom making the transition from day to evening only requires taking off your hat and
Sorry Australia but we’re embarrassing. You know how I know? Two words, The Shire. Our bogan attempt at reproducing the documented high ender I-have-so-much-money-I-can-pay-my-way-out-of-concequences lifestyle of America’s The Hills
Prince Bandroom aka Homecoming aka use-to-be Superdisco (awks, old wounds, I know) aka the house of House, is hosting another big musical event that you have to buy tickets for. Pencil this in, 24 November
Who remembers Factory? Big club in Toorak, really hard to get to, long lines, girl bouncer? Any takers?
You might not remember because in spite of the very steep entry price the drinks were very reasonable.
If you live in Melbourne and drive a car then you probably have a great disdain for the public transport system and endeavour to avoid it AT ALL COSTS. Fair enough, it’s common sense not to want your
Hey Guys!
(Sorry, Girls, today I only mean the guy Guys, like XY guys. Or anybody who produces the hormone testosterone in abundance.)
Sorry everyone who loves the idea of Melbourne being utterly above and beyond trend as well as super glamourous and exclusive because of the Spring Racing Carnival, but this is legit one of the most overrated events in the history of the world. Unless you are a celebrity and are being paid a small fortune to make an appearance at one of the races
Two years ago today the 2010 graduating classes of every (well everyone who is anyone) Victorian high school was loosing their shit in costume to the anthem of Ke$ha and Swedish House Mafia.
Lesson number one: THERE ARE NO ‘BAD KISSERS.’  Before you may travel the enlightened path of hooking up you must first learn and accept this noble truth. Someone once told me, “there are no bad kissers, only incompatible ones.”