Bikers Den and Dodgy Clubs.
Okay so no, some more fun, what a journey, and you thought I’d finished didn’t you? Wrong x
Lucas’s brother Dan who lives in Melbourne is somewhat of an outstanding musician. Dan had organised a little gig in a very dodgy building, down the back streets behind Lygon Street. (Way behind Lygon St)
As boys are boys they decided that we would tram it to wherever, grab some dinner before they needed to get to this dodgy club, ‘Don’t worry’ they said the club is close to Lygon St.
What a load of rubbish that was, even more so fool us for trusting they knew what they were talking about, but we eventually found ourselves standing outside the club, walked in and checked they were still good to go after we had, had dinner. (You get that food is very important right?) Then of we marched to find ourselves dinner. Mind you please note we are in heels, as they said that Lygon St restaurants wouldn’t be far from the club. Once again, bull …t.
|Very Retro Hotel.|
We trotted down the dark street, came across a biker compound, hmmmm…. We fell across this Big burly threatening looking blokes with very large teeth bearing dogs, patches on their jackets, they were restraining these dogs on long heavy link chained ropes. All standing behind large link gates, the only thing missing were the guns, at least, any that were visible. (Okay so shoot me know for making assumptions)
We glamour girls are giving them a wide berth, literally, walking down the middle of the street, getting as far away as we could, cursing and cussing the boys under our breath, partly because when we go out and are not expecting to walk far, you wear those shoes that aren’t really made for walking do you?
It’s dark, we can’t bloody see, then a group of really loud bikes come roaring down the street, brilliant. Plodding on, plodding on.
Then we make it to Lygon St, the boys muttering ‘We didn’t think it would be this far’. No sympathy here, sorry. Found a restaurant that would accommodate a party of 6, promising to get our order out quick smart, you know what‘s going to happen next don’t you, nothing is going to go right is it. Michael had his meal placed in front of him and I said ‘That looks like what you had for lunch’. Yep wrong meal.
They were very accommodating and made him what he ordered, and then we flew out of there, down the dodgy dark street, back past the biker club with the large menacing dogs on long chain linked ropes, being held back by the burly patched vested blokes, wide berth down the middle of the street to the dodgy looking club.
Whew made it in one piece, not saying a word, body language mightened have helped though.
Inside the club, awesome, thinks it might be some sort of University bar; Michael and I of course are the oldest in the building. Lets not let that bother us though.
We watch the last act pack up, not many people, that’s a sign isn’t it. Got drinks and grabbed a table, while the boys set up. Did a bit of a sound check, the boys were given a free drink for their trouble and then away they went. We were the groupies; the audience consisted of a table of 6 who clapped a bit, the three of us who shouted out.
‘Will you marry me?’
‘Will you have my baby?’
All class I know.
Then two girls turned up and did a bit of a dance and a lone dog rambled in and did a circuit and sat itself down thoroughly ready to be entertained.
Now I have to say the boys were awesome, especially Dan, he can sing and write songs, wish him nothing but good things and I hope to get to see him sing again, even better I will buy his albums as I am sure he will make it to the top.
The night had to come to an end, then the three of us (Sam, Michael and I) made our way back home on the tram and left the boys and Brittany to bask in all their glory and chat to their fans.
Poor Sam she was so sick with a cold, can’t take anything as it makes her even worse, so we bundled her up and took her back to Punt Hill.
Melbourne, our lovely Melbourne, a new experience around every corner, even some you are unsure that you want to go to, you wouldn’t be living otherwise would you.