the sydney nightlife

so just finished getting over being super sick - have this annoying cough that won't leave me alone and a constant hot flush that decides to pulsate through my body at random moments in time.
trang finally updated her blog... i know, i thought earth would freeze over before this happened again! LOL. its probably one of my favorite entries so far... i especially love the vid that PB made... your so talented miss!

i love it so much i'm going to do something i'd usually never do, copy and paste!



but now for my recollection... because even though the duckies dont remember... mama does!


so after heading home after day one of imats we stopped by a japanese place around the corner from our hotel. initially i had organised for us girls to go to kings cross for dinner then head off for clubbing, but decided against it because we were too lazy to go back get ready and head out straight out again. after a long day of imats, we needed a rest. so we thought we'd grab some takeaway, head back to the hotel, kick back until we were ready to head out again.

us girls eating dinner in bed :)

that we did. dinner was yummy, the girls got noodles and i got sushi... too much sushi at that, it was a combination of raw lobster, prawns and some other stuff i don't really know and it tasted good.... at the time. the next morning it didn't feel so good in my stomach, but i didn't know whether it from dinner or the amount of alcohol consumed...

so after kicking back for a while we turned on the club anthems, pre drinks whilst getting diva'd up and headed on out... our destination : booty bar.

now i remembered the address and it only seemed to be around the corner from us, george and grosvenor intersection. when we got there, nothing. we wandered around and around and around, looking for the damn brooklyn hotel where booty bar was meant to be. after 15 min or so of searching we gave up. fuck this, lets go kings cross!
so we jumped in a cab and headed to soho lounge, where we lined up, but because we weren't on a guestlist we got pulled out of line and sent to the back. huh? showed the bouncer our id and got stamped and walked on through. NO DOOR CHARGE! we were wrapped.
drinks drinks drinks. now now now.

we started off with wet pussy shots, followed by midori and we were ready to rumble.
we hit the dance floor and we super excited, but after a while we got bored. house music, we were not used to, we wanted our r&b! it wasn't even the commercial house, but just beats. boring. TO THE BAR we say!
jagerbomb, tequilla, quick fuck, malibu, chambord and midori's later we were ready to rock, lyrics or no lyrics we wanted to dance.
one thing i noticed in the club was that sydney girls are extremely friendly... so strange. you bump into them but they say sorry. how nice! melbourne girls could learn alot from sydney's clubbing etiquette.

we were joined on the dance floor by three random guys, who were bigger photowhores that all of us, which was particularly strange.
even though we were having plenty of fun, we thought it was time for the lyrics, we needed to sing. so we left soho and headed towards kings cross hotel.

trang met a friend along the way, some guy who claims he was born in hong kong. i highly doubt this sir... trang was already tipsy, so trying to contain her stumbling and loud vocals was a challenge even for me so we would be able to bypass security and into the kings cross hotel.

level one seemed pretty dead, we went to the ladies quickly... photowhored and trang nearly passed out on the sofa... LOL! trang fail #5

my drunken ducky's going up the stairs

we headed up to level 3.... but we had to take the stairs. boo!
once we were there is was dead. i mean you could here a cricket in that shit. music was boring but us girls saw some couches and decided to have a rest, photowhore and talk to the nice gay bartender who was bored out of his mind.

once we got bored of siting around we hit level 4, i love this free entry shit in sydney. so good. :D
on level 4 had some more drinks, but the place was pretty empty. the music was rocking but so us girls stayed to dance. free dancefloor? awesome
so much room to move and have a ball. we had some sleezy friends join us on the way. so we kept leaving down to level three to go to the ladies, photowhore and come back up for a dance.

mizzmai #1 photowhore?


trang & her new bff!




our favorite sydney dj





the three amigos!





trang & making sydney friends


my ducklings going hard

trangalang & mizzmai

we repeated this several times before getting bored of both and wanting to explore level 5.
we traveled up the stairs again passing some guys on the way, but once we got to the door we couldn't get in. it was locked from the outside and the only way in was from the lift from level one. boo.
so what did we opt to do? sit on the emergency steps and photowhore of course. the guys who had previously passed us came back and helped us get in, for they had friends on the inside... how nice. :D

trang and lynh repaid darren and mike by sitting down and having a chat, by this time (around 3.30am) trang's inhibitions were out the window and pumpkn was feeling social and friendly, yet cautious due to the amount of sleeze encountered in the last hour. strangely enough, darren and mike, were quite nice guys. i was cautious, i went to get more drinks and would scope out how they were when i came back.
surprisingly, still quite nice. :P we spent the rest of the night talking to them, as well as a few other sydneysiders.
photowhoring, drinking and laughing till 6am... our sat night at sydney was a night that will not be forgotten easily.