Guys and girls, let’s face it, sometimes you’re looking to pick up just for the night. You want to have a good time then get on with your life. But how can you do this without hurting anyone? Easy, pretend to be a backpacker. Everyone knows what they’re getting into when they hook up with a backpacker.
I believe there are two parts to clubbing. Firstly, it’s to dress up, go out, dance with your girlfriends/guyfriends, get drunk and have a good time. Secondly, it’s to dress up, go out, dance with your girlfriends/guyfriends, get drunk and hook up. So really, you either plan on going to the club with every intention to hook up, or none at all.
Perth is a strange little berg so isolated from the rest of the world and you “t’other siders” on the east coast that we’ve developed our own unique dialect. Seeing as my state’s sole love is to dig things up and repave roads, I imagine that in 10 to 15 years time, the city will be nothing more than a giant pit surrounded by cranes, perhaps in the shape of Clive Palmer’s scrotum.
I often pondered this point. Are we, as women, attracted to success, or are men who are successful in life tend to be especially good at picking up women?
It’s the classic chicken or the egg situation. What comes first?
Deja vu anyone? Feel like we’ve been here before?
Poor Nas, he had such high hopes and great ambitions to revive the maybe cursed maybe just dodgy because it involves rebellious/dramatic hip hop artists music festival we all longed so deeply for.
Selfies are big business right now and anyone who says they are vain/immature/lame/atrocious is living in some sort of deluded version of reality. They are so great. Selfies are a liberating and decisive mode of personal photography and anything liberating and decisive in this day and age is valuable and should be cherished.
Whenever we go clubbing, we’re bound to see peeps who seem to have some sort of X factor that gets them into not only the best parties, but get the VIP treatment. Then our green eyed monster appears, muttering to ourselves about how it’s always others that get all the breaks.
Hey there reader, your daddy must have been a thief to steal all those stars from the sky to put in your eyes.
Don’t blow an opener like I did above. Amazingly, I have heard this line before and the guy who said it was not kidding.
We’ve all had our turn of being the last to arrive at the party because of other commitments and everyone else is already drunk. We grab the nearest bottle of vodka, skip the tipsy stage and head straight for drunk. But not long after, instead of enjoying the night, we end up in a messy heap beside the toilet.
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!