Another cautionary tale…
Last night was the PPP party (pimps, prostitutes, and porn-stars party) at the Rouge (a bar, maybe a gay bar most nights of the week) in King’s Cross (a neighborhood in Sydney, it’s a kind of seedy red-light district, tons of sex shops and what not). Side note: when you go to a new place, you always learn a new language as evidenced by the amount of parentheses in that sentence.
Everyone got costumes to fit the theme, so you know it was a classy affair. I went in a robe, some australian flag boxers, and a blue australian cowboy hat. I’m pretty excited to get tagged in those facebook pictures… Anyway.
They (whoever organized this) rented out the entire bar/club so there would only be UNSW kids there, which was awesome. The first $1,000AU worth of drinks were free, and for the price of $5AU ticket, you got a bus ride there and back. Should be a great night, and it was, I had a blast.
I just made one mistake. I bought a plane ticket earlier that day to get to New Zealand for a later adventure which destroyed my checking account. So I had $15AU that needed to last me. Actually, I should have always made sure I had $10AU in case I missed the bus and had to split a cab back. It goes without saying (except right after this parenthetical statement) that I spent all my money on drinks in the first hour and a half. This had the side effect of me gradually sobering up all throughout the party so I wasn’t as inebriated as I would have preferred. There was one more consequence…
Oh yeah! If I missed the bus I would be in a sketchy neighborhood in nothing but a robe, boxer shorts, and a cowboy hat without any money. I suppose have the desperate hope that I’d be able to have someone pay for my cab ride or run (ideally) in the direction of campus, although I had no idea where it was.
Thankfully, I made it onto the bus. But if I hadn’t… things could’ve been pretty bad. So if you’re in a city, dressed like a jackass, you’re better off a rich jackass than not.
