The players in this story are: Peter “I’m not scared of BB guns” Cox; Marcus “I feel sick today” Zeltzer; Daniel “I’m going back to bed” Lamrock. Plus our Seppo mates Anthony, Greg, Sean and Angela.
The night started off at Jim’s place, where we were treated to a feast of collosal proportions courtesy of Jim’s fishing skills earlier in the day. The meal consisted of a 12kg yellow Jack cleaned and BBQ’d to perfection with tonnes of salad/fries/rice and noodles. It was during this feast that I took on Jim in a Sambal “chilli” challange, and was made to look like an infant compared to Jim. After dinner the boy’s moved outside to the patio for “a couple of beers” in preparation for the night ahead.
The atmosphere at Jim’s place was bouyant, and stories about who was going to do what to whom were flowing thick and fast. This would surely be a night where legends were made, urban myths created and almost uncomprehensible amounts of alcohol consumed.
We then loaded up into taxis for the infamous Bounty night club to start the festivities. The taxi driver proved to be quite a character and took great pleasure in teaching us a variety of Indonesian words, the meanings of which we had no idea, but everytime one of us said one one of these new teachings it sent our driver into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Our Septic friends travelled in a seperate taxi, but still managed to find us at our agreed starting point. Everybody took full advantage of the happy hour, which apparently exists from 8pm to 1 am every night of the week! Two drinks for the price of one is the deal. The Seppo’s started with typical girly drinks such as Bicardi and coke, so Marcus joined in with them as an expression of his femininity. But Daniel and I went straight for that lovely cold beer. It wasn’t long however, before all succumbed to the lure of the local drinks such as cannon balls, Jam Jars and Arak attacks.
Once we all had had enough to drink at the Bounty (at the end of happy hour) we made the long drunken walk down to the even more notorious Sari Club, where we could get down and practise a few moves on and off the dance floor. As usual I showcased to everyone my complete and utter lack of co-ordination and rhythm, looking somewhat like a very drunken person who can’t dance. Full credit had to go to Marcus for hooking onto a 28yr old woman (bloody gromets), eleven yrs his senior. He was doing well for himself, spinning bullshit it was flowing out of him, however he made the mistake we all learn from when we are growing up. Marcus decided to go for a piss.. and it wasn’t long and Daniel (who is 7 yr’s older than Marcus) moved in for the kill and quickly carried off the very drunk chick that Marcus was working on. This all happened before Marcus could give it a last shake. So after we payed out on Marcus it was back on to the dance floor to go through a few of the golden oldies like the digger/lawnmower/bricklayer and the cocky. Somewhere through out all the laughter we lost our American companions, so what they got up to was anyone’s guess.
All this fun and action for approximately 10 Aussie dollars. The waves pumped the next morning and the three of us did the hard core thing and hit it for the early while the seppos slept in.