So it’s a Saturday night, you’re dolled up to the nines, your posse of faithful friends are half way to intoxicated as the result of cheap goon and mini bar liqueur and then comes to the most dreaded part of the evening. And no it’s not holding your best friend’s hair out of their face during a prized power chuck and no it’s not waiting in line for 20 minutes to get a slice of the best “wannabe New York” pizza in Brisbane. It’s one of the most irritating and down right annoying concerns facing a young Brisbanite in 2007 – the difficultly of finding an actual half decent place to go out.
Ok so the Valley. What can I say? Apart from the fact that Maccas is being taken over by the worst kind of aliens - emos and dehydrated pill-popping junkies who don’t want to fork out 8 bucks for a water are making the line for the 7 Eleven longer than the baby bonus collection line at Woodridge, there is nothing really too say.
If you are one of the “beautiful people” then you’re looked after, you’ve got GPO however if you are wearing something that did cost under $1000, don’t even walk past the place. And to those of you who are crying “oh but the Fringe Bar is just past it”, don’t bother they don’t want you either. If you don’t want to be standing in a line for lock down, then you better start moving – Birdee Num Num is probably the only place that will let you in but remember they let all kinds of cheap trailer trash though their doors which means that you’ll be fighting for a place in the block long line with most of the City “gang”. Gag.
If you are like most of the stupid youth of today who actually think drugs make you cool and your shirt “Hugs not Drugs” is a pretty sweet cover when really everyone looks at you like a you’re a freak cause they know you popped five pills at the Family last Friday night (come on really a Friday night, don’t you have a life), then we’ll find you (trying to get your leech of a dealer off your back) at either the Family, the Monastery, the Empire or maybe even the newbie, the Met.
Argh emos. I suppose I better mention them other wise I’ll probably have some boring, whinging, song that doesn’t consist any musical notes, written about me. As long as they stay in the middle of the mall, no way near McDonalds or anyone else for that matter, I suppose I’ll be able to deal with it.
Not finished. And I know I have been very mean but I not really that mean, really I’m not and I feel bad sorry, really. I am sorry.
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