What an acronym!! The University of New South Wales  Business Society ‘Be Sexy’ dance!!! Try saying that 10 times. My boss has been encouraging me to use my annual leave, so I took a Friday off and went with a friend on Thursday night!

About Home Bar

Address: 101 Cockle Bay Wharf, Darling Harbour (opposite the IMAX theatre)
Website: http://www.homesydney.com
Inside: Entry is via their side door. It is not accessible via the front bar entrance. When you enter, there is a little foyer with two openings. On the right opening is entry to the main room. The other is a set of stairs that lead up.

The main room is quite large both in terms of dimensions and height. You enter from the back where the bar resides. At the back is a technician (yes, a light and possibly sound technician) The DJ is at the front. The huge Shiny sublime logo hangs as a modern day chandelier. Overlooking the main room on 3 sides is a balcony setup where people are peering down Upstairs is another bar and the balcony peering over downstairs. On Level 2 there is a small room playing trance music. another set of stairs around the bar leads you to level 3 –  set of stairs and a tiny room resides where slow house plays. It’s not crowded and it’s quite good music, but it was dead as throughout the night.

The main room of Home Nightclub. Taken from the 2nd level balcony

About BSXC
A once off event, possibly once a year for the UNSW BSOC.
Entry: $10 (1st round), $15 (2nd round), $20 (3rd round). $25 at the door. A relative bargain.
Crowd: Dominantly Asian. It was UNSW, after all.
Atmosphere: Main room – very good. Use of MC had the crowd continually going. Trance room – Small, but there was no pretentiousness when dancing here. House room upstairs – Dead most of the night, but for me, seemed to be the best room, I liked the beats, and I loved the freedom to dance, compared to downstairs were it was packed to the rafters.

Entertainment: I caught a glimpse of some dancers at the front. Don’t know if there were any other forms of entertainment. It was a good way to break things up. No podium dancers at this place, nor podiums to speak of.

Timeline
Got in around 10pm, and it was packed as in the main room. I headed straight for the cloak room.  Everyone got their bags in,  then it was my turn to put my bag in the cloak room- “sorry, the cloak room is full”. NO WAY!! I KNEW I should have gotten here earlier for the bar tab. I hid the bag behind a chair, where a couple was already making out.

Earplugs (a plug)
I was in front of one of the main speakers while waiting for the cloak room. It was so loud, I could literally feel my clothes and body vibrate to the really loud music. I had my earplugs in my ears to save me (later when I got home – no ringing!) – Thank god for earplugs!
They aren’t that bad, and some people do notice, but most of the time people don’t really care. Its only when you take photos and see you realise how dorky looking you look like:

Myself with an orange 32dB reducing ear plug, (and my chest hair)

Room switching
I’m an impulsive dancer – When I hear a song, I run off to the next room and dance, until I am sick of the song playing over there as well. This way, it sort of keeps me happy through the night, instead of being stuck in one room where you have no choice in what music you wish to dance to. I like these kind of venues, but sadly most only have one room of music.

Phased closing
First they closed the top level house room, then they close the trance room and everyone was pushed to the bottom rnb level, where they started to play some more commercial house than rnb. It was a bizarre mix. At least the MC was still there on the mic

Some technical difficulties
Unfortunately throughout the night, especially nearing the end, there were a few sound difficulties. Meaning that at one time the music was pumping at normal loud levels, then suddenly the volume would cut in half! It became as quiet than a lounge, and people could actually have normal conversations in the room. This kind of happened to often, and just got a little annoying.

Teenagers – everywhere
I have never seen so many sets of braces at a club, ever. I think everybody I met or talked to here was under 20. This line pretty much scaerd me:

“I just turned 18 in April!”. April was 3 weeks ago. I didn’t start proper clubbing until I was 22. A late bloomer. Everybody I met here said it was their first time here. I felt pretty old here! Oh well, it more or less made me look like an awesome dancer since they couldn’t dance.

Videos:
Twirling in the trance room:

Spinning glowsticks on strings, around 2am:

Coda
Left at around 2am, I was exhausted. Over an an average to good night. Nothing much to complain about, which is good.