It’s a familiar scene that plays out every Saturday in bars and clubs across Sydney: keen clubbers head excitedly to the door of their chosen venue for a night out and are looked up and down by security staff that bear the all-encompassing power to accept or reject.
It’s a power that can make or break your night out, and it makes most security guards (who are probably already fired up on roids) behave like cocky arseholes. I’ve seen perfectly well-behaved people turned away because they were wearing the wrong shoes, the wrong jeans or had the wrong haircut. What kind of superficial reasons are these? And who are the glorified rent-a-cops at the door of the club to decide? Door bitch, I’m looking at you too here.
Don’t get me wrong, security is a necessity at clubs and it’s a hard job dealing with drunken party animals every weekend, but that’s no excuse to act like a douchebag or get unnecessarily physical.
The trendier the venue, the more arrogant the staff too, and don’t even get me started on the bartenders. You can spend half your night waiting in line at the bar, but the bar staff at the hottest watering holes will continue to take their sweet time pouring drinks, and why is it that the female staff will always serve the guys in line before the girls who have been waiting longer? The same goes for male bartenders who spend their night chatting up the ladies while the guys stand idly by.
It’s as if the ruder you are, the more street cred you have at late night venues. But I suppose you can’t blame them for trying to maintain their illusion of awesome, considering they are trying to survive in an industry built on being the best and most exclusive hot spot. And what’s hot one week is often old news the next.
While we wait another hour for our drinks however, we can take some comfort in the fact that at least we got in! Better make that vodka a double.
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