Saturday 10th March (Day 9)
(part 2/2)
Ok,
just a word of warning, I got a bit carried around on this one and I will try
and not write such long posts in the future...
Tonight
the venue for the hostel night out was The Kings X Hotel like it was last
Saturday night. I believe the Kings X
Hotel was a regular Saturday Night fixture.
I had no plans tonight and I was in the mood for a night out tonight. Last time at the Kings X I had a bit of a
random night where I found myself on my own (Billy no mates) but as a result I
managed to meet some new people who turned out to really nice and since that
night I have been out with them on several occasions and have had a great time.
I
went down to hang around underneath the board where I met 3 guys who looked
like they were going out. They asked me
if I was going to the Kings X tonight and I said yes, we headed off straight to
the Kings X and on the way I found out these guys were from Canada. After we got into the Kings X we tried each
of the different floors (each with a different theme) until we decided to stay
at the balcony bar floor.
The
balcony bar was by far the best floor at the Kings X. The open outdoor area and large number of
chairs and tables compared to the other floors made the balcony bar the best
area to socialise. The fact that most of
the bar area was outdoors also meant the bar wasn’t too hot or stuffy (unlike
some of the other floors). The only
issue with the balcony bar is that everyone else seems to like it as well and
the balcony area is usually very crowded.
Most
of the seating at the balcony bar consists of long benches and tables and when
we got there they were all full apart from a small space at the end of one of
the tables. There was only enough room
for 2 of us to sit down but after a while people from our table started to
leave and we took their seats. It wasn’t
long until we had the entire table to ourselves. Having a whole table at the balcony bar was
great, standing around in the crowded area isn’t very fun but by having our own
table we were out of the crowd and could enjoy the balcony bar properly.
The
Canadian guys had the good idea of using the spare seats around the table we
had by inviting a group of girls who were stood near us to come and sit with us
and be sociable. I got talking to a girl
from Belgium and after a few minutes I was finding her pretty
boring. People have told me that Belgium
is a boring country and speaking to her certainly didn’t change this opinion.
Speaking
to the Belgium girl made me want to drink more alcohol, but I had forgotten to
take out enough money with me. There was
a cash machine in the Kings X but it is one of those annoying cash machines
that charge you for making a withdrawal.
I asked the bouncer at the door if he knew where the nearest cash machine
was, he said that there was one in the club.
I said I knew that but I didn’t want to pay the $2 to make a
withdrawal. He then laughed and said
that there was a machine around the corner about 5 minutes walk away.
I
headed off to the cash machine but the walk felt a lot longer than just 5
minutes. Walking down Darlinghurst Road
(the main high street) on a Saturday night is stressful. The pavement was just full of people
and they all seemed to be walking in the opposite direction to me. I sometimes had to walk on the road to avoid
chains of 5 or 6 drunk people holding hands.
It was mainly backpackers and travelling who were on a night out who
were walking down Darlinghurst Road, there were a few dodgy looking people in
the crowd also. Very rough looking
locals who you really didn’t want to bump into.
You rather walk into a whole chain of drunk people than walk into one of
these nutters.
After
what felt like 20 minutes I finally found the cash machine and got back to the
Kings X Hotel. I was joking with the
bouncer saying that the walk wasn’t really worth the $2 I had saved and next
time I would probably just use the machine here.
He laughed and said but it is about the principle, isn’t it? The principle of having to pay to withdraw
money and I totally agree with him, what a legend.
I
met up with the Canadian guys where I found one of them had a girl sat on his
lap with her arm wrapped around him. I
gave him a thumbs up but he shook his head at me. There was clearly something wrong with the
situation here which I later found out myself when I sat down near her and she came and sat
on my lap. Her problem was that she was
far too drunk. She was at the stage of
drunkenness where she was just not good company. She asked me 3 times where I was from because
she just kept forgetting; I kept saying I was from England. She said she was from Canada and started
going on about how wonderful Canada is and how much she loves it. She then turned to me and said that she hated
pommies and she asked me if I hated pommies too. I said “no, I am a pommie” and she looked
really surprised and offended at me despite the fact that I told her 3 times I was
English. She got up and left as she
clearly didn’t want to spend any more time talking to a pommie like me, which
was great because I didn’t want to talk to her. I don’t think anyone wanted to talk to her, she was a bitch.
After
about 20 minutes the Canadian guys said they were going back, they said they
had been up the night before and they were all exhausted. I didn’t spend that much time talking to them
(since I had spent most of the night walking to a cash machine) and I didn’t
really get to know these guys but they seemed pretty cool.
Just
after they left I started talking to a guy who came and sat next to me. He had black wavy hair that was swept back
and a well groomed beard. He told me that
he was a local guy and that he was a journalist, he then started going on about
how much he loved journalism, I think he was pretty drunk.
Between
conversations with him I started talking to a group of girls who had sat down
at the other side of me. I found out
these girls were from England and Ireland.
It was nice talking to people from the home country. We started talking about places in England
but the journalism guy butted in and said that he was finding our conversations
about England boring. He said because he
was a journalist he wanted to talk about controversial topics. I suggested that we could discuss Aboriginal
people and their land rights which I had heard is a sensitive topic at in Australia. I thought I had him but he returned by saying
“let’s talk about the IRA”. At this point
most of the girls who were sat around stood up and said they wanted to
leave. He had clearly offended most of
them by mentioning the IRA.
After
we left the Kings X the girls said they were going to a dance club across town
and that they were getting 2 taxis. Most
of the girls went in the first taxi and I was left behind with 1 of the girls
and the drunk journalism guy, by this point the girl and the journalism guy were
kissing a lot and weren’t really making great company.
After
a bit of waiting we finally managed to get a taxi to take us to this club. There was a band playing at the club and
because of this it was $20 entry, I was not expecting to have to pay this much
but luckily the girl said she would pay for me (which was very nice of her). I think she was also drunk.
The
band playing were not what I was expecting.
It was some sort of very heavy drum and bass that included remixes of
Prodigy songs. There were 2 guys on the
stage with mics shouting out aggressive sounding lyrics. They were both bald other than a small but
long section of hair that they had at the base of the back of their
heads. They looked like they had cut
their own hair but missed a bit on the back and it looked stupid.
We couldn’t find the group of girls from the first taxi and the
journalism guy wasn’t making great company.
The girl I was with was very nice but we couldn’t really talk with such
loud and annoying music playing.
We made several attempts to find the others and I eventually found them in the other
room (which was away from the live music) but by this point they were moving on
and I had to find the girl I was with originally and the journalism guy to say
they the others were moving on. I was
told that the girl I was with knew which bar they were heading off to but when
we got outside it turned out that she knew the bar but didn’t know how to get
there. I was pretty tired at this point
and I said I was going to head back but the girl convinced me to stay and make
it to the bar. Together with the girl
knowing a bit about where the bar was and the journalism guy's limited local
knowledge we finally stumbled to the bar, but it had taken us so long to get
there that the other girls had just left to go home.
By
this point I was convinced that the journalism guy was actually gay. I was noticing that he had a very gay manner
about him and he was checking out any guy that walked past. I know he was kissing a girl most of the night but I had noticed that the kissing had looked awkward. I think he was so drunk that he just wanted
to kiss anyone, I guess I was lucky that he hadn’t turned his lips towards me.
We
spent some time in the bar where I had some interesting conversations about
travelling and stuff with the girl I was with.
The journalism guy had gone off to annoy some other people at this
point. It was getting on to about 3:30
in the morning and I was extremely tired.
I said I was definitely leaving now because I was just too tired.
Overall
tonight was pretty interesting. I had
met a boring person, a slightly weird drunk person, a very drunk person who was
a bit of a bitch but everyone else was pretty cool. My nights out at the Kings X are never
simple.
Who
knows what weird and wonderful people I will meet next time at the Kings X hotel?