Went to the Bavarian Cafè on York street last Saturday to celebrate Darran’s 21st. As I walked in to the rather posh tavern, I soon realised they served German beer! Straight away I headed for my 500mL glass of German draught. I had no idea what they were called as I could hardly even pronounce their beer selections. Was also great to see the RF (Radio Frequency) crew that survived Godfrey Lucas again last semester! Oh what grand memories I have of our so called 3 hour labs which we ended up spending 6 hours or so every Thursday. Most of the time it was filled with mischief and socialising rather than doing work while Lauren did all the work, making sure all the lab results were attained accurately and doing her research into the theory. Thanks a bunch Lauren, you pulled us through!
Was also great to see Lauren’s sister, Rachael, all the way from California. Over the last semester, Lauren had been updating Richie and myself on how hot her sister was and that all of her friends say to her, “So what’s up with your sister, Lauren?”. Was kind of hilarious meeting Rachael for the first time, as it seems that I’ve known her for a long time already through Lauren’s stories.
Hours passed as we recalled funny stories from last semester and caught up with each other over what we all did during our holidays. The German draught tasted divine each time I held it up 45 degrees over my mouth. I think Darran would’ve been close to being pretty drunk by now.
As the night beckoned and the Bavarian closing up, we headed to Oxford street to shake our bon-bons. As we were driving there, there was a drunk girl in a blue dress with her right boobs hanging out, crossing the road with the aid of her friends. I guess her friends were also too drunk to notice her mishap. Funny how Lauren’s analytical eye spotted it first and was more excited than anyone else when she gestured to us what had happened. She even insisted that I take a picture! I didn’t though. The dance floor wasn’t too great where we were at. Darran just kept on drinking and we managed to meet up with Isabelle and Andrew. Too bad Andrew was driving, else he would’ve had a scotch and coke in his hands.
Lauren, Rachael, Richie and myself decided to leave the scene and venture elsewhere to find a nice place to boogie. Since we were in Oxford street, we were right in the heart of Sodom & Gomorrah. Richie and myself avoided gay bars/clubs, although the flamboyant venues seemed pumping with long queues. If we did end up in one, Lauren and Rachael would’ve had to “cock-block” for us all night long.
We finally ended up in Brooklyn Hotel on George street after deciding on Richie’s recommendation. By that time, the German draughts were wearing off and I had to get a couple of bourbons in me to get the grooves going. Music was better there and the floor was packed with perspiration! Went straight to the heart of the floor and started strutting our moves to the beat. You wouldn’t think we were nerdy engineers then, hehe. Lauren and Rachael made us Rich and I look good as there were quite a few random guys on the floor trying to dance with them. Couple of hours later, it was nearly 4am and was time to hit the sack.
Had a fantastic Saturday night with engineering mates and wish we could do it again! Next day my entire body was sore and tired. Guess I really need to exercise more. Just thought I’d end this post with a picture which I think why Darran chose the Bavarian Cafè to have his 21st.