@ the Venue
*The second hump*
at the Honeycomb
36-38A, Blair St.
*>>> Good night out if you are in the mood to dance and drink in a comfortable surrounding. Definitely not the place to go in a philosophical mood since your wit won' stand a chance against the (too) loud music.>>>*
Saturdays, on a monthly basis
@ The Shooting Gallery
32 Broughton Street
"EGO" is advertised as eccentric, glamorous, opulent. Our egoes on EGO:
*gay & gorgeous*
We save the best for last: there goes a slogan on the wall we could identify with most: AND IN DENIAL YOU ARE YOUR OWN MARTYR!
at Cafe Graffiti
*location*: converted church, heathen aspect of this ungodly act is heightened by the presence of an impressive stuffed moose at the entrance and a prehistoric bird of prey over the bar.
*crowd*: flamboyant, hip-swinging hedonists.
*atmosphere*: missed that trip to the Caribbean, here you go!
*music*: DJ not only provides us with a combination fo funky grooves, old-school hip hop but also helps us to make the world a better place. His short but nevertheless concise message: 'Peace'! Yet his message was not received by the vibrant crowd...
*loos*: a freezing beauty-saloon.
*encounters*: crash course in surrealist dialogues.
Mo: what do you do?
a few minutes later he confessed: Sorry, I lied to you. I've only got two...
Ka: Have you ever been to the Shetland Islands?
>>>*Good night guaranteed: if the music doesn't sweep you off your feet, the dialogues will!>>>*
at the Venue
*location*: the spooky sensation you get from the grey, dull and smoky outside is followed by an anticlimax when you actually enter the place: it couldn't be more ordinary!
*crowd*: sweaty students who haven't quite outlived their rebellious attitude towards their parents. Thus, Motherfuck!
*atmosphere*: if no smoke-machine is aiming at you, someone is certainly rubbing his sweaty body against your reluctant body or stubbing out his fag on you. Even though your senses are rebelling, at least you feel intensly alive! It's hard to tell if it's peer-pressure or just the lack of space which makes you move to the rythms of the crowd.
*music*: 'Funk', what else?
*loos*: great place to eavesdrop on the latest student romance.
*encounters*: to be perfectly honest, we couldn't be bothered.
>>>* if you can't afford a sauna: have this sweating- experience for free!>>>*
at the Century 2000
31, Lothian Rd.
*location* What looks like a cinema on the outside is actually a big, cheesy club!
*4 reasons to go*
*4 reasons to leave*
or: Do MoKa dream of testosteron-driven animals???
at Club Mercado
It was pouring with rain (does someone believe in signs?) when MoKa finally stood eye-to-eye with two solid but slightly dim looking bouncers. They showed no mercy on us whatsoever and they seemed to be irritatingly immune to our charms (another rather strange sign!) This phenomenon of hardened attitude would soon be solved... Eventually, the big bulky bastards were told by the master- bouncer voice over the earphones that a new victim supply was needed: In we went. Soon our eyes were opened to the dark secrets of this temple of doom!
By following a few simple rules, beloved reader, you'll be spared our fate:
A revealing night out if you are not yet familiar with the abyss of the human (or more specifically male!) psyche.
(This one was at theABC Cinema, Lothian Rd.)
*Quest for the Party*
Ka: Do you know where 'Going Places' is held tonight?
Moral of the conversation: Parties change locations and not every fat and dumb guy is a bouncer!
*At the Party*
Mo sights victim at the bar ordering a coke without ice. Mo's witty chat-up line: So, you drink your coke without ice!!!
We will, for obvious reasons, withhold the exciting exchange of drinking-habits following such a punch-line.
Ka was more successful with the direct and more down-to-earth strategy: (mis)using her boa as a lasso!
*The morning after*
The Shooting Gallery (Saturdays)
32 Broughton St.
This interpretation of 'Las Vegas' in the 50's is a very free but fun one indeed...