Sydney has been waiting for this place, kids!
The night started horrendously. First, I was meant to meet my friend in North Sydney where we were to collect our goodies. I was coming from the northern beaches, but because I'm often asleep at the wheel in more ways than one, I took every possible wrong direction that I could possibly muster. I even KNEW I was going the wrong way, but I just kept doing it. It was like some phantom had invaded my hands and was gleefully steering me all over the state for its own amusement, while I just observed with growing alarm.
Anyway, finally made it to nth Sydney, and got out of my car only to break my shoe. Bollocks! Then I met with my friend, who went off to collect our merchandise. I handed over my cash and left him to it - as I don't like to get involved with these things. I left strict instructions to buy only good pills ("CUs or CKs only!" I said primly, as my friend has been known to get sucked into buying crap when he's not concentrating).
So he returned to the car. "Whaddya get?" I barked. "Question marks," he replied nervously, knowing that I'd get cross. "QUESTION MARKS!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY!!!???" I snapped. "The guy had them last night and said they were excellent," my friend ventured timidly. I snorted derisively, but had to admit that if I'm too much of a pussy to do the buying myself, I'm really in no position to complain.
On top of everything, we couldn't get any whizz, which always makes me snappy, cos I love my goey. Sigh.
Still, what can you do? So we proceded to Gas, me leading the way in my car. Then we were separated at the toll gates, cos my mate had someone run up the back of him, and I couldn't stop anywhere, and was forced to continue.
So by this stage, it looked like things couldn't get worse. Luckily, they didn't! Just as I was about to throw in the towel cos I couldn't find this bloody club, I see a face at my car window. Duncan! The guy we were meeting. I've only met Duncan about 3 times, he's never seen my car, and I've had all my hair cut off since he last saw me, but by some freaky twist of fate he recognised me, jumped in, and guided me effortlessly to a dream parking space (obviously the phantom hand-manoeuverers had abandoned my car by this stage).
By an even happier twist of fate, my other friend - the one who was stuck at the tollgatges - was waiting for us just outside the club, so everything was peachy.
The place was very intimidating from the outside - it looks like a hotel lobby or airport or something - all marble and chrome, with walk-thru metal detectors. We were guest list - in fact it was guest list only - so no waiting and we sailed right through.
And OH MY GOD when we got inside - heaven. This is the perfect club. Huge dancefloor with a raised area (maybe a tiny little too raised - I needed a leg-up to get up). Very plush seating areas - comfy, sleek couches and square cushion-seat thingies. And these areas were separated JUST enough from the dancefloor that you could still see everything and hear the music, but it was just dulled enough so you could talk a bit.
There's also an upstairs bit, with a beautiful spiral staircase. Perfect height to still see the dancefloor. And the music! Sydney needs this! Fabulous big beat, funky house, and heaps of quirky little surprises - someone even mixed in some Jimi Hendrix at one point. The crowd was very mixed and SOOOOOO up for it.
The pills were great - really, really scattered, no real body buzzes, but lots of chattering, dancing and loveup. I'm thinking MDA and maybe some K, judging by the lack of coordination. Wouldn't want them all the time - but a really good change.
Went to the beach on Saturday - probably shouldn't have driven in the state I was in, but it was great to sit and munch CUs in the sunshine. Scared plenty of locals - always a good laugh.
OK, bored of writing this now, but you get the general gist. GO TO GAS!!! It's a combination of Sublime and Home, with all the good and none of the bad.
Bye everyone, bedtime!
Pillcat
The night started horrendously. First, I was meant to meet my friend in North Sydney where we were to collect our goodies. I was coming from the northern beaches, but because I'm often asleep at the wheel in more ways than one, I took every possible wrong direction that I could possibly muster. I even KNEW I was going the wrong way, but I just kept doing it. It was like some phantom had invaded my hands and was gleefully steering me all over the state for its own amusement, while I just observed with growing alarm.
Anyway, finally made it to nth Sydney, and got out of my car only to break my shoe. Bollocks! Then I met with my friend, who went off to collect our merchandise. I handed over my cash and left him to it - as I don't like to get involved with these things. I left strict instructions to buy only good pills ("CUs or CKs only!" I said primly, as my friend has been known to get sucked into buying crap when he's not concentrating).
So he returned to the car. "Whaddya get?" I barked. "Question marks," he replied nervously, knowing that I'd get cross. "QUESTION MARKS!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY!!!???" I snapped. "The guy had them last night and said they were excellent," my friend ventured timidly. I snorted derisively, but had to admit that if I'm too much of a pussy to do the buying myself, I'm really in no position to complain.
On top of everything, we couldn't get any whizz, which always makes me snappy, cos I love my goey. Sigh.
Still, what can you do? So we proceded to Gas, me leading the way in my car. Then we were separated at the toll gates, cos my mate had someone run up the back of him, and I couldn't stop anywhere, and was forced to continue.
So by this stage, it looked like things couldn't get worse. Luckily, they didn't! Just as I was about to throw in the towel cos I couldn't find this bloody club, I see a face at my car window. Duncan! The guy we were meeting. I've only met Duncan about 3 times, he's never seen my car, and I've had all my hair cut off since he last saw me, but by some freaky twist of fate he recognised me, jumped in, and guided me effortlessly to a dream parking space (obviously the phantom hand-manoeuverers had abandoned my car by this stage).
By an even happier twist of fate, my other friend - the one who was stuck at the tollgatges - was waiting for us just outside the club, so everything was peachy.
The place was very intimidating from the outside - it looks like a hotel lobby or airport or something - all marble and chrome, with walk-thru metal detectors. We were guest list - in fact it was guest list only - so no waiting and we sailed right through.
And OH MY GOD when we got inside - heaven. This is the perfect club. Huge dancefloor with a raised area (maybe a tiny little too raised - I needed a leg-up to get up). Very plush seating areas - comfy, sleek couches and square cushion-seat thingies. And these areas were separated JUST enough from the dancefloor that you could still see everything and hear the music, but it was just dulled enough so you could talk a bit.
There's also an upstairs bit, with a beautiful spiral staircase. Perfect height to still see the dancefloor. And the music! Sydney needs this! Fabulous big beat, funky house, and heaps of quirky little surprises - someone even mixed in some Jimi Hendrix at one point. The crowd was very mixed and SOOOOOO up for it.
The pills were great - really, really scattered, no real body buzzes, but lots of chattering, dancing and loveup. I'm thinking MDA and maybe some K, judging by the lack of coordination. Wouldn't want them all the time - but a really good change.
Went to the beach on Saturday - probably shouldn't have driven in the state I was in, but it was great to sit and munch CUs in the sunshine. Scared plenty of locals - always a good laugh.
OK, bored of writing this now, but you get the general gist. GO TO GAS!!! It's a combination of Sublime and Home, with all the good and none of the bad.
Bye everyone, bedtime!
Pillcat
