City vs Country

As you guys know, its uni holidays and i'm back home in Cowra for a week (it also flooded, rendering all roads out of town underwater, aquatic wonderlands).

The weekend just been I went out with some old High School Chums (ha! it spells HSC) and it's just amazing how different city clubs are from Ye Olde Cowra bars.

Let me begin with the negatives of why going out in the Motherland is a bit tricky

Pre Drinks must start swiftly after breakfast


Pre drinks are kinda the thing that makes the night. You are either asleep from boredom, passed out from going too hard too soon or up for one helluva night! Then there is this thing called a curfew. You know, the thing many city bars are wanting to bring in, prompting Kyle Scandi-Who-Gives-A-Shit to get the strops and call Clover Moore an old bat or something. Well, Cowra has an 11pm curfew. This curfew actually prompted a friend yesterday to suggest we start drinking at 1pm. (1pm?!! That's cah-raazy! You might as well go to the pub sober you are cutting it so fine)

Just having some pre drinks with the gals (C. Jack Moebes)

Lack of taxis


Abundance of street thugs.
Need I say more?



Now let me regale you with why Cowra is conveniently convenient

No Drink Lines


We all know (those readers under 18, you will MOST CERTAINLY NOT know) how annoying it can be to get a drink at a club. You rock up lookin' all fine only to sweat off half your makeup waiting half an hour to get drink in hand. I am quite familiar with the get-your-drink-then-go-to-the-back-of-the-line-and-wait-with-said-drink trick during $2 Power Hour (uni = love). Cowra, abandon ALL thought of any line whatsoever. Last night I actually complained about waiting behind one person to get my White Russian. Reality check ensues on return to The Nation's Capital.

DISCLAIMER: Does not apply to Easter and Christmas Eve. Trust me.

No 'No Shoes' rule


This can be a little problematic (beer + carpet = grooooooss) but amazing at the same time (the lack of rule that is, not the carpet). When one cannot let go of the need to be 5 inches taller, feet can be on fire after ten minutes of dancing (15 if wearing wedges). Out in Cowra? Problem solved! Just pull off your pair of pumps and put them in the Shoe Corner with the shoes of every other girl in the pub.

DISCLAIMER: Only applied to cheaper Death Stilts. Leave the Mollini and Miu Miu firmly on the foot, gosh-darnit!

Gaga should have put her shoes in the corner

Small town = walking distance to home


Convenient, however please refer to second point.

Smell ya later

x.