Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Bloody Beetroots

Roll up! roll up! for the amazing gurners at Circus Villa. Yeah gay opening line, but its so true. Villa has become "the place" in Perth to charge. That place just screams clenched jaws and chewing gum covered soles. So I guess I left the bloody beetroots feeling a little let down. This dull mood might also have been caused by being punched in the face for politely trying to help out my fellow lady and pull her skirt down to a reasonable length, guess she liked it the way it was. Though I think she came out worse, having lost $400 worth of hair extensions... I know I'm such a mad cunt.

Anyways onto more important things such as this guy :

Seriously I warned you the weekend before at shape to stay off the biccies at Villa and there you go again sitting on the water so your pills kick in quicker. I'm almost about to call you mum on this one.

Local celebrities and lovers perthquake where there and certainly were not missing out on any action.

This guy was pretty hilarious and that girl was literally ripping his hairs out of his skull and he was still peaking, good sport.

Check out the guy in the top right had corner, maybe he should invest in pupils instead of pills.
But like I said I was disappointed in the night, but I really had to highlight mr. thrid time lucky and the darlings over at perthquake, possibly the only blog roll I'm featured on hahaha

Lovers and Lobbers


Well seen as uni goes back on Monday, I had better get posting with all the dirt I managed to collect over the holidays. Firstly Lovers and Lobbers traveled to the golden city of Aus... Melbourne! and guess what the nightlife was just as gross as here in Perth. Same amount of pills, same amount of chewing, same amount of urination in the streets and the same amount of gross boys trying to make-out on you whilst your taking their photo. On Saturday we decided on Roxanne main due to the fact there was free budwiser from 11 til it ran out (which wasn't til about1, good effort really!)

Though this "hip Melbourne disco club" exerted the same quality SHAPE does, there was still the gurners grinning from ear to ear as they crush their teeth from the insane amount of eccys they shelfed.
There was hot hot sasla going on in the kareoke bar down stairs, WHICH WAS $10 a SONG and cost $10 to get in... pretty sure the Governers Bar in rottnest was much better and it was free and old seedy men from chidlow brought you shit loads of drinks.

So it seemed Melbourne was not the 'coolest place on earth compared to berlin and london' like its made out to be. It really is just another dumpster like the streets of perth...

Though there were 2 highlights of my night:
ONE: As i left Roxanne with John and he was finishing his cigarette and I was moaning cos I was starving, and complaining about my need for Asian food at this hour, we stumbled upon NOODLE KINGDOM a 24hr noodle house in the middle of Melbourne, Fuck you 24hr maccas I'm headed straight for the udon noodles and shrimp!
Lovers and Lobbers