After an expensive dinner� at a Korean BBQ restaurant followed by heavy drinking, two of my high school friends Patrick and Mithilesh wanted some free clubbing action.

It was going to be a tight ass night (again)

I knew Pavillion was packed on Saturday nights so off we went.

~Midnight: Pavillion Hotel

A Quick Summary of Pavillion Saturday nights: I covered this in some earlier post so in summary, Pavillion Hotel means:
– rnb and hip hop with some pop songs
– free all night
– dark and packed
– mixed crowd of Aussies/Asians/Indians
– cheap alcohol

Once we got in, we went straight to the dancing. Ran into Kimberley, who I met through VSA (Yes, the same VSA group I met Kevin last night). She was here for her friends birthday. Pavilion must be a popular place for Vietnamese birthdays. Kimbo didn’t want a photo but I got a photo with the birthday girl. Dunno her name.

I don’t think we lasted long. It was a little too packed to do much attention grabbing dancing. Mithilesh didn’t like it so I chose Shark Bar next.

Why shark bar? Isn’t it so dodgy?
Yes, it is. But the dance floor is reasonable on Saturday. It’s enough to dance and mingle.

About Shark Hotel Saturday Nights:
Liverpool St. Same building as Space nightclub (which is located the level directly above). On entering you see lots of chairs. Then on the right theres lots of pool tables. The dancefloor takes a back seat in the rear. This place is more of a hangout place for people to chat and get cheap drinks. The dancefloor isn’t what people usually come here to do. Renowned to have some dodgy characters within.

Music: Rnb and Hip Hop

Crowd: Dominantly Asian. A mix of local Asians and fobby Asians. The exception being Mithilesh our resident Indian. There were some Indians there too of course.

Atmosphere: Dark except for the pool table area. Bustling is the best word to describe it as it’s a lot of people drinking and eating. The dancefloor has a few people dancing there .. you could get yourself a sizeable amount of dance space to spin around with a partner or practice line dancing with a group of people.

Experiences:
Music: The rest of our night was spent here. The DJ played the typical RnB tunes. He focused more on the hip hop side of things for most tracks, which was good. I am so over the love song shit.

How not to pick up a guy on the floor: There were two girls there whispering to their friends about me. I definitely could tell by the way they were staring and whispering/giggling. I’m not sure if this was out of not knowing what to do, or out of a dare, but two of the girls joined our group of 3 guys and sidelined danced. We opened and formed a circle. I gave the girl closest to me a cheer and they both RAN for the hills back to her friends. Maybe they were scared? I walked up to the group and straight to the girl in question. She ran away and said “no no no!” in a funny way. I guess it was a dare, and I rejoined our little circle.

Then I find myself alone. The two girls approach again. I ignore. The runaway girl accidentally bumps her butt into me. I turn around and she’s running away back to her friends again. Weird.

Fight! (Yes. Shark Bar. C’mon, it had to happen.)
We were dancing and suddenly this huge mob amassed in the middle, fists everywhere. We nearly got caught up and had to get away pretty quickly. The fight went nasty as the fighting contestants grabbed tables and chairs and threw it at each other. It was something out of Jerry Springer but Steve wasn’t there to stop it. The most vivid part was seeing one of the guys pick up a chair and throw it halfway across the room. The chair whacked the guy on the head and he fell on the floor. Ouch. That’s alcohol for ya.

Overanalysis of a girl
Well, after the fight, nobody went back on the dance floor. Some eventually went back, and so did I after the DJ played some Snoop Dogg. Suddenly a bunch of Indian guys who we ran into earlier came out again, and danced with me. We made a circle. These guys then moved the circle towards a girl who was dancing on her own. Now it was us and her.
The forced me to do a dance in the middle of their circle. (I really hate dancing in the middle of circles. I’m only an enthusiastic dancer, not a good one). I did some mini moves with the girl for about 10 seconds. I turned around and the whole Indian circle ditched me and were in a corner!! What ?? Did they purposely try to set me up with her? I’m looking at her and she’s smiling. Maybe it was a setup. Maybe im just thinking too much. I taught her some basic fun dance moves and got some kino with the salsa moves. It was only just me and her on the dance floor. She didn’t seem daunted at all about having nobody else on the floor. Mithi and Pat were urging me that they wanted to leave. I didn’t have time to take her off the floor and do the whole chit chat thing. Just before I asked for her details, some guy comes up and talks to her. Probably a friend. I introduce myself to him and ask how he knows her. He doesn’t. She asks us both how we know each other. We don’t. He’s just a random who wanted to pick up and didn’t realize that I was right in front of her dancing and holding her hands. Fuck. He didn’t even want to speak to friendly old me. Not a very nice way to cut kill a dancing session between two people. Motherfucker. About a minute later he’s holding her hands and dancing with her. What the fuck just happened. How appropriate would it be now to throw a chair at his head and smack it right at the penis protruding from his forehead.

I just walked up, gave her my business card and went off in a hurry before she probably started making out with the guy. She wasn’t going to call with the lame way I did it, but I’d be stabbing myself right now if I didn’t do it at all.

Lessons learned:
-� � � Be wary of dance floors where loose objects are around. Your head may connect with one of them
-� � � Dance with joy, young padawan, and girls butts will come in contact with you quickly, yet run away just as fast.
-� � � If you have a girlfriend, prepare to fend off the guys who like to steal at Sharkies.

Summary:
Reasonable RnB places to dance if you like to dance for free. If you don’t like to dance.. why are you reading this blog? I would recommend pavilion for a free night out, but not Sharkies. If you are a bunch of horny men, I would go for Sharkies. You’d feel right at home.