So last night I broke my university partying virginity and went out on a pub crawl. For those of you unfamiliar with the term pub crawl it just means going between pubs and clubs in a group getting progressively more and more smashed.
I got ready with my good friend Leah, and I ventured into the scary world of makeup. I saw my face after she had finished applying several products to my face and didn’t recognise myself. But after a moment or two I slowly saw my own features underneath the layers of foundation, bronzer, mascara and eyeliner. I did my own hair, and put on my sufficiently cute outfit. Then I was ready to hit the town.
We hit the first club on time, and after not knowing where the entrance was, and getting confused with the concept of drink cards and wristbands I went inside. Honestly, I was underwhelmed with the look of the club. Just an empty space, barely any seats and nobody dancing. But it was early, so we decided to cash in one of our free drink cards in the hope that it would get the ball rolling. We ran into a friend who is quite experienced with the clubbing scene, unlike us. I stuck to her like glue in the beginning, as I was quite nervous about the whole situation. Only because it was unfamiliar territory for me. After I danced for a while and had a few drinks, I loosened up and started to have some fun. However, the songs all sounded the same to me and half of them I didn’t even know. I was happy when it was time to move on to the next spot.
The next place was disgusting and awesome at the same time. The floor was covered in broken plastic, mud and water which made so many girls fall over it was hilarious. It was awesome because of karaoke. Who doesn’t love karaoke? My friend sung Blank Space by Taylor Swift with her friend, while I watched on with Leah loving it. Honestly, they sounded pretty good. We planned to sing Don’t Stop Believing by Journey, but ran out of time. After waiting in the bathroom, which only had two toilets, it was time to move on.
The next place was an indoor/outdoor bar which sold drinks for ridiculous prices. $8:50 for Southern Comfort and Coke? Complete rip off! Honestly, by this point I was starving and just wanted something greasy to eat. I didn’t feel drunk like I thought I would which I was disappointed with, but I had class at 8:30 the next morning so just as well. It was around 11:00 at this point, and instead of going on to the next club, we decided to go home. But not before buying hot chips! I got a ride home which I was most grateful for, took the massive amount of makeup off, got into comfortable clothes and went to bed. I packed it in early I know, but I’d had my fun.
I enjoyed myself and had a good time, but I don’t think clubbing is something I’d do all the time. It sounds really boring, but I’d rather go and have a meal or see a movie. But I wanted to try something different, and I wanted to try at least one uni event before graduating. Now I have.
Shout out to Leah & Bec for a fun night out!