3am eternal
well its not really 3am, its actually 2:15am, and i cant sleep. The joys of panic attacks. despite all that, we finally made it out to a bar last night, and let me tell you its been a rather interesting weekend.
saturday we were going to try and get to the fashion week afterparty at a place called carfax. the only problem is that carfax is downtown, and when i mean downtown, i mean downtown. we decided to drive past during the day to check it out, and i almost lost it in the car. it was really run down, really really scary. and the thought of driving there at night? youve got to be kidding me. so, we called evan and said "is this really the place" (we were safely back in sandton by then) and he said yes, but there would be about a thousand people there, so it should be ok.. however we were pretty worried about the concept of being litearlly 3 streets away from one of the worlds roughest neighbourhoods at 3 in the morning when driving home. so even gave us the address of a bar and we decided that was a far safer option.
so saturday night we head out to a place called "mellville", supposedly one of the trendier places to eat, well, trendy? they have to be joking. even toowong was triendier . so we finish dinner, and head out to the bar, a nifty little place called the colour bar. trick was finding it. following the instructions we head down the road, getting more and more concerned about the complete desolation that is the area we're driving in. we take a left under an overpass, and we all swore, " shit this cant be right? ", total desolation. no lights, industrial area. we're all convinced we're about to die. i take the left outlined in the directions and now im really convinced im about to die. but then out of the dark industrial mayhem stands two security guards, a shitload of cars and some well lit places.
so we park, still rather hesitant, and wander up the street. its like, something out of an alleyway in the valley, still, its much cleaner than the places we were in a few mintues ago. we reach a couple of huge steel doors (think docking bay doors) and behind them is a 22 gallon drum, with a couple of guys standing around. i was wondering how much dodgier it could get, i still couldnt hear any music,or people.
so we wander in, and lo and behold, theres a bar, in the ass end of nowhere, theres like the south african version of the press club. we all looked at each other, swore a lot, and wandered in for a few beers.
i get the feeling that most of the cool places are going to be like this, totally undetectable from the outside. which is a rather scary concept when your new to town.still at least we made it out. now i just have to make it to sleep.
saturday we were going to try and get to the fashion week afterparty at a place called carfax. the only problem is that carfax is downtown, and when i mean downtown, i mean downtown. we decided to drive past during the day to check it out, and i almost lost it in the car. it was really run down, really really scary. and the thought of driving there at night? youve got to be kidding me. so, we called evan and said "is this really the place" (we were safely back in sandton by then) and he said yes, but there would be about a thousand people there, so it should be ok.. however we were pretty worried about the concept of being litearlly 3 streets away from one of the worlds roughest neighbourhoods at 3 in the morning when driving home. so even gave us the address of a bar and we decided that was a far safer option.
so saturday night we head out to a place called "mellville", supposedly one of the trendier places to eat, well, trendy? they have to be joking. even toowong was triendier . so we finish dinner, and head out to the bar, a nifty little place called the colour bar. trick was finding it. following the instructions we head down the road, getting more and more concerned about the complete desolation that is the area we're driving in. we take a left under an overpass, and we all swore, " shit this cant be right? ", total desolation. no lights, industrial area. we're all convinced we're about to die. i take the left outlined in the directions and now im really convinced im about to die. but then out of the dark industrial mayhem stands two security guards, a shitload of cars and some well lit places.
so we park, still rather hesitant, and wander up the street. its like, something out of an alleyway in the valley, still, its much cleaner than the places we were in a few mintues ago. we reach a couple of huge steel doors (think docking bay doors) and behind them is a 22 gallon drum, with a couple of guys standing around. i was wondering how much dodgier it could get, i still couldnt hear any music,or people.
so we wander in, and lo and behold, theres a bar, in the ass end of nowhere, theres like the south african version of the press club. we all looked at each other, swore a lot, and wandered in for a few beers.
i get the feeling that most of the cool places are going to be like this, totally undetectable from the outside. which is a rather scary concept when your new to town.still at least we made it out. now i just have to make it to sleep.