Went to the Family (Brisbane mega-club) the other weekend with Heidi, who was tearing up the dance floor, but that’s a different story… I was having yet another sober night out in a recent string of sober weekends that I finally broke the other week (in dishonorable style I might add.. Hehe) with Becca and Joanne, but thats also another story.. as is the girls putting ice in their mouths and licking all over each others bodies (probably not a story I’ll be share the photos of either!)…

Now the Family is a dance club known for its high profile international DJ’s, multiple levels, million dollar sound system*, with lasers and strobe lights galore… Which brings me to the point of this post.. These strobe lights are bright and aren’t easy on the eye, not that any are but with how many there are it doesn’t get any better. Then again the flood lights they periodically flick on are probably worse on the eyes. You know the type, the ones they use in football stadium! Ample incandescence to light the dance floor, make you step back, cover your eyes, and think these people are all far too ugly to be shown in this kind of light :P

I was standing on the edge of the dance floor catching my breath and checking out the punters.. When I heard a glass hit the floor directly beside me I turn to find the girl who’d been standing next to me was on the ground looking like she was in pain! My immediate though was someone dropped a glass from the upper balcony which hit her… I was leaning down to see if she was okay when the strobes briefly did what they do best. It was right then I realised her eyes were rolled back in her head and her whole body was frantically shaking.

She was having a seizure…

I looked up to find a glassy had notice this as well, who quickly I sent to grab a bouncer… I had a brief moment to make sure her head was hitting the step that she’d obviously already hit on the way down, possibly in addition to a hand rail… When some trippers from the dance floor jumped in an amateurishly performed CPR cause apparently in the medical soap operas they watch, this solves everything…

Within moment a handful of bouncers arrived, her seizures had stopped by this point I should mention.. The bouncers careless dragged her to some upper level, presumably before any of the other partons noticed and got upset by the scene… Now lets not be coy a lot of the Family partons use illicit drugs to ‘have a good time’ so a scene like this isn’t good for business..

I speculate she was taken to some room hidden from public view.. It was disappointing to find no ambulance waiting outside when we left moments later either (definitely put a damper on the night, and more selflessly hers! Poor girl..). an incident like this happening in your club would help you retain you Liquor License I imagine..

Although I genuinely believe she was having an epileptic fit after having done a little research also the strobes had just gone of moments before (flashing light being the most common trigger in epilepsy)… I made a point to tell a number of bouncers my thoughts on the way out as I was probably the only sober person nearby to see she was actually having a seizure.. rather than just another girl OD-ing in a dance club…

Reality check… Be safe people!

* Exact prices listed may not bear any resemblance to actually cost, prices may in instances be used merely as colourful adjectives.

Everyone has a fetish for black leather on at least some level right? Well mine has recently from extended to include these hot couches!!

Last friday I had to have the entire day off work so they could be delivered.. Not just the morning, or the afternoon…  But the whole day!! I was just told they would be there ‘sometime‘… In my typical run of good luck they turned up at 4:30 in the afternoon… The last delivery of the day!! Haha

Although I’m not complaining I’ve only had them on order for 9 weeks, whats a few extra hours? Also as mentioned in my prior post I was out till all hours on the Thursday night… So I slept until about 2:00pm anyway.

Thursday night just gone I decided to go out clubbing, mainly just because I could, but also because a friend Heidi has been trying to set me up with one of her girlfriends. Whom aside from being attractive, petite, and having the flexibility you’d expect of a dancer, I didn’t know from a bar of soap…

Most of the night I actually spent catching up with Heidi who’s leaving Brisbane soon, so I didn’t really get a chance to get to know this girl anyway.. Plus when a few of the boys turned up the night just turned in to running a muck instead.

But none of this has been the point to this post, so thanks for bearing with me for a few minutes.. Hehe

The ugly lights come on, the clubs closing, and they’re playing a few of those dodgy old one hit wonders you can’t resist but grab the ‘air microphone’ and sing too… Then I realise I’m not the only weirdo doing this, so is a tall blonde with an a perfect hourglass figure and a face 2 centuries worth of sculptors could only dream of creating.. Perhaps a better analogy would have been something straight out of a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, perhaps even the cover?

Anyway she’s getting the same bewildered looks from the swarm of guys that were surrounding her, that some of my friends were giving me (well those sober enough to notice).. Come to analyse (or stereotype) it, the guys have probably been hovering around her all night like vultures hoping for some scraps of attention…

Where was I.. Ohh yes.. Closing time. Anyway the music had stopped and I’m hovering around my circle of friends waiting for the drunks to realise it was time to go… Strange it seems that bright lights and no music at this time of the night aren’t much a hint.

It was about this point Victoria’s Secret steps in front of me and says “We’re going to the Pancake Cafe, would you like to come?”… After much deliberation and biding farewell some friends quickly we were on a merry way..

In the space of the 30 minutes or so while sitting down to eat, Victoria’s Secret managed to irritate me that much, that after leaving the building, without bothering to exchange numbers or any waste time with lengthy goodbyes I just said “Catch ya around..” and walked in the opposite direction. Despite the earlier first impression I was later left with, more suitable phrases/words such as “High maintenance, pompous, pretentious, self absorbed, unempathetic, inconsiderate…”

Hence this posts subject.. Either I’ve evolved as a human completely disregarding her perfect physical form, or perhaps the troubling personality just far out weighed this! But the more likely self analysis is I’m just too old to put up with SHIT like this…

Stay tunned for Black leather, Seizures, Handstands, and broken TAG watches… Hehe.. No serrious I have stories for each!