The three rules of Revellers: Don't arrive before midnight, don't arrive anywhere close to sober and don't drink anything but Marky Marks.
Girls beware: The boys here may seem harmless and even too drunk to be on the hunt however this is just the facade they put on to make your boyfriends feel comfortable enough to leave you on the dance floor and go to the bar without you. This is when the predators attack. You'll hear stories the next day like 'I didn't even see his face before he started kissing me'.
Boys beware: The girls here have crossed the boundary line between drunk and wasted otherwise they wouldn't be there. Watch out for the 'high heel stumble right onto your foot', the 'sexy dance turned face plant' and the 'getting you to buy them shots then running away from you'.
If you're still reading by this point that means you've been to this kind of place before and know that despite its trashy party vibe (or maybe because of it) it's a hell of a lot of fun!
This clubby little bar on Chapel St is the place to go if you find yourself in your 20's, poor and drunk but still up for a good time in the early hours of the morning. Usually there's no entry fee but sometimes it's $5 for the boys. Picture a long narrow pub with red leather seats down the sides, a wooden bar and a disco ball. The vibe is like a backpackers bar without the backpackers.
Ideally you'll arrive a
Revellers Bar in a delirious haze, smiling and trying to look semi-sober for the bouncers. Step inside and you'll notice that everyone is drinking the same blue drink. This is called a Marky Mark and is an absolute must if you want to party here. $12 is the price listed on the wall behind the bar but when ordering a huge round for friends you can usually get them to round it down. I believe they're a mixture of Redbull and vodka and some magical ingredient that makes it blue no one could tell me what this actually was (I'm guessing unicorn tears).*
So once you have your Marky Mark (or two) in hand you can walk up the little stairs and report to the dance floor. Actually, you don't really have a choice as by this time of night the whole club is a dance floor.
This is where the fun begins.
Did you ever realise how much you LOVE Rihanna? Or Nelly? Or HANSON?? Goddamn, this DJ is good! Wait, where are my friends? Oh there they are, I must have travel danced to the other side of the room with my eyes closed - OMG this is my song!! Man, I look so sexy when I dance to
80's music. WOAH who just drank all my drink? Wait, that was me. Oh and there's half of it on that guys shirt behind me. I don't think he noticed though. I wonder if my tongue is blue.
"Hey Beth, what's the time? 4am?! NO!! Okay we have to go home IMMEDIATELY! OMG no wait, this is my song!!"
*further research tells me this drink contains Vodka, Redbull, Blue Curacao, Lemon Squash, Peach Schnapps and lots of ice.
