29 March, 2006 (Wednesday) Part II

Dressing it up again
Last night was yet another dress-up night at Sam's. As the season progresses it feels like we have them more and more often - last week it was the 80s party, and there's the Sam's beach party to look forward to this weekend. I'm noticing that as the season progresses the level of effort and bizareness decreases - a reflection of generalised apathy, or have we poached all the good retro gear from Value Village?

Of course, there are always the stalwarts who costume it to the max. But they're becoming fewer, and are generally of the more pickled variety. I think it's pretty safe to say that the botheredness factor is definitely on the ebb. I know mine is.

I think it's just that after three and a half months a routine has established itself. I know what the night is going to be like; the crowd, the vibe, who is going to be out and how the night will finish. It will be the same glassy eyed faces, the same music, the same pumping bodies on the dance floor and the same stunned looks when the ugly lights turn on at 1am and people are herded out by security in their red t-shirts. (Picture: Sarah, Foxy, Kym and Ardana - Foxy can't resist an opportunity for drag)

Perhaps the other influence is the realisation of how much money we've all sunk into the place. It's got a virtual monopoly for entertainment on the hill, but is pretty tight in giving back any special value. As a regular I can't say that I get served any faster or drinks any cheaper. The joys of a captive audience. Good times. Good times.

Pros and Hos and Snows
Tuesday night is normally staff night. It's generally a good opportunity to get out and mix it up. Indeed for a while it became almost ritual to get out of a Tuesday night. Although in the last few weeks this has eased up significantly. Perhaps as a way of rekindling the flame Sam's cooked up "Golf Pros and Tennis Hos". Break out the rackets and golf clubs! (Picture: Ardana, Kate, Moi)

The night started slowly enough, but soon picked up pace. By 11 the floor was back to mid-season crowdedness, as staff came out of the woodwork for one last bash at Sam's. The girls had gone all out in skimpy mid-drifts, mid-thigh mini skirts, white sneakers and headbands. There was plaid and tartan out in droves, long shorts and longer socks to match. Some of the guys had taken the opportunity (once again) to cross dress in searing white and flop the old fella
out at the slightest opportunity (see picture from blog-update 24 March, 2006 - I actually didn't notice until after I'd posted it). Big White is all about class.

My apathy had exerted itself, so I hadn't bothered dressing up for the occasion - I had for all the
others and the novelty was wearing a bit thin. So I spent the evening gliding from group to group, inspecting costumes, pulling faces and dropping the odd salicious wink. But it was another night at Sam's, and before too long I'd had my fill. Midnight rolled past and I was trudging across the ice home. Good times.