FRYday night @ Fitzroy – it was FRYday and I had met my bezdawgs McCrack, The Ew and Baby Cham for some arvo dranks. We got lit to the highest degree and decided to eat the eats so headed to Hotel JC. I honestly CANNOT tell you what I ate because I was so drunk BUT we did have some MEZCAL which is clear and innocent like water, smells like the fear of that lizard that outran all those rattlesnakes, tastes better than tequila and rewards you with absolutely NO HANGOVER. So we drank lots of that. McCrack bounced and the remaining three stumbled across the road to watch a 36 hour Drag-A-Thon until we felt the call of karaoke.
We headed gracefully to the only place in the hood – Rice Kween – with a private song-room which happened 2 B booked and occupied by my favourite kind of people for this scenario – shy, polite, PC, timid introverts.. who could never ask us to leave no matter how many times we took the mic out of their hands. Five songs, seven dance routines and two rounds of drinks later we were FINALLY kicked out by the manager. We thanked our shy new friends, stole one of their dranks and then headed to the front of the bar where we successfully coerced an unwilling busker to join us with promises of payment but alas $ was not to be. Not was the hangover thanks to mezcal.
Everyone needs to drink mezcal.
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