You know what really GRINDS MY GEARS? Lines. You can't even go and get a
Sunday morning breakfast without being subjected to a bloody line up. I
once stood in line to get into Fabric Nightclub in London for 5 hours. That’s 4.5
hours longer then I should admit to and the worst bit is I didn’t get in. It
still haunts me.
Last night something strange happened. A mate and I reluctantly made the
decision to commit to a line that was probably going to take at least
45 minutes. Standing in a laneway amongst the dumpling houses, slowwwly
shuffling a little closer to the action. The action being Section 8 and Ferdydurke,
who threw a Laneway Safari party as part of Melbourne Music Week. We had the
best view looking up to the balcony where the bands serenaded the
sardines/people below. The place was about to pop it was so full. We had space, tunes, a bag of cheeky beers, and new besties either side of us to chat to. We were lining for over an hour but we didn't care. Good vibes.
Line crew represent!