Vodka Highschool (Katherine Humphreys)

 

Vodka Highschool

Location: The Ox Nightclub – Bathurst, NSW
Event: Best Friend’s Birthday
Clientele: Liquorice Allsorts
Music: Electro/Top40/Harrowing remix’s of quality R&B
Opinion: Read on.

I went out clubbing for the first time this year on Saturday night and I experienced a night in which, if I could have had a dollar, for every woman in the place who had something negative to say about another woman who was in the club, I’d be half way to New York right now, on a Jimmy Choo shopping spree.

In the past, how I failed to notice that nightclubs resemble somewhat of a high school hierarchy, doesn’t escape me: thankyou, alcohol.  Saturday night I felt like I was the new kid, on the first day of school, who hadn’t hit puberty yet, and had let her mother dress her. (No offence mum)  Needless to say, I felt awkward. 

I was uncomfortable from the moment I set foot into the nightclub, until my 1am exit. I suspected I was being judged every minute of the night. It was only when I was able to conceal myself within the masses on the dance floor that I felt I could relax. I’m not sure why I was on my guard the whole night. It probably had something to do with not wanting to get another drink spilt on my dress, or that I was actually trying to control myself from punching out the obnoxious 18 year old turbo’s that were spouting racist and sexist taunts towards another group, or that fact that the ladies bathroom was an avenue for every female in the club to congregate and tear strips of other women in the club, just to make themselves feel better. It was like high-school ALL over again. Only everyone was maggot, and had no filter on their opinions.

I asked myself this question, numerous times throughout the evening. Is this what I am like every time I go out on the turps? Conclusion: Probably.

I saw a fight between a group of young guys, probably over a girl – but you could sense the bouncers ‘fed up’ attitude with the repetitiveness of it.

 I saw a pretty girl spew, or at least watched her run into the stall, and deduced that conclusion from the painful sounds she was making.

 I saw a girl be publicly humiliated by; I’m assuming her casual fling, who didn’t want a bar of her, as he was trying to chase another pretty blonde in the other room.

 I saw 95% of the female population complain, or walk with difficulty due to their foot attire. (I am including myself in this statistic)

 I saw some horrific convulsive like dancing techniques.

 Conclusion – it was an experience that I had been dreading, and avoiding, but am glad that I managed to get through it fairly unscathed.

It’s not an experience I will be in a hurry to repeat, but I do feel that it is something I will need to work on throughout the year. My self perception, and esteem took a bit of a battering, but jumping in the deep end will only help me, not hinder. It is amazing how, in the past, with a couple of liquid courage’s’ under my belt, the insecurities fade, and the confidence exudes. I am looking forward to the days when this is the attitude I have, but with the clarity of sobriety.

So with that in mind, and another achievement under my belt, I will continue to challenge and push myself out of my comfort zone and be proud of what I have achieved so far.

Stay tuned,

 Katherine