Winter sucks. It’s cold, frosty and the flu spreads like crazy. A mere sneeze is enough to set off the alarm bells to thinking that you’ll be bedridden in a few days time. People also go out less because of the crappy weather. But there’s one place you really shouldn’t skip going to this winter: the gym.
Though I’m sure many bouncers out there would be fed up with the nightclub scene as it’s just work for them and not fun like it is for everyone else, plenty of them would love to go out and have a great night out too. They are human too (believe it or not). But like when having to deal with a bouncer at the door, there’s a lot of shit you have to put up from them when going clubbing with them too.
I watched the Adam Sandler movie That’s My Boy the other night, bloody hilarious too! Well, it’s comedic genius compared to Sandler’s previous movie, the utterly pathetic Jack And Jill. The movie starts off with a young Adam Sandler having an affair with his hot high school teacher, and not only does everyone find out, she got preggers too!
Nightclubs are full of the evil temptations of the world, from getting drunk, drug use, acting violent, being an egotistical knob, and the big one, trying to get laid by a stranger. Though our better judgment tells us not to fool around if you’re already in a relationship and that we should just say no in the beautiful face of temptation, it’s often not that simple.
Women fought for gender equality for many years, and all in all I think men are pretty good at treating women like equals these days (compared to life before the 1960s anyway). But there’s one place where women are still seen as “different” from them, and that’s at nightclubs.
Let me start by saying, as a very typical male, I have very little idea of what’s fashionable and what isn’t. Though men are very visual creatures, we don’t consider things like how much mascara or bronzer a girl should apply, or if they should have hair extensions, or what top goes with what skirt, and other such fashion nitpicking.
No matter how many clubs we claim we party hard at, we all have a favourite club that we go to on most weekends and know the place like the back of our hands, from the decor, the songs played, and even what the condom machine looks like in the toilet (if you’re a boy anyway). In short, you’ve become a regular.
Cocktails are a given at pretty much all bars and nightclubs in Australia, so it is no small feat for Gold Coast bar and restaurant Black Coffee Lyrics to stand out amongst all that competition to win the Monkey Shoulder Whiskey competition for its Brass Monkey Flip cocktail.
Getting drunk makes people act overall retarded, from slurring their speech, picking fights for no actual reason, dancing like an epileptic or walking sideways (to be fair, most people can’t dance for shit, and if you’re a woman, high heels make even the very basic act of walking a challenge).
We’ve all had mates who left the club a bit earlier than expected, sometimes way earlier. Depending on what time you leave, your mates will either groan at you for going so early, or if it’s late enough, they’ll understand and say bye. But eventually we all have to leave the club sometime (even if it’s at the bouncer’s less than subtle insistence).