"Backpackers big night out"

Yesterday, I participated in something called "The backpackers big night out" which is some kind of pub/club crawl for a big group of backpackers from different hostels.

• 4 venues
• 5 FREE drinks
• FREE group photo
• FREE pizza slices
• FREE ride with the party bus
• Drink specials and discounts
• ONLY 30 AUD (Worth 180 AUD!!!)

And also a FREE silly hat + glowstick (So everyone knows that you are one of them, we also had a separate 'backpacker que' just for us backpackers, how lovely isn't that?)

People were already warming up around 8pm, ready for the bus to pick us up at 9. Before leaving the hostel, one organizer stod by the door, handling out green stickers for those who are single, slutty and scared of not getting laid by the end of the night.

The guy behind him handled out free condoms for everyone. We don't want any STD's, right?

The partybus itself was a true nightmare, people were singing, taking pictures of eachother and over-excited in general. One of the organizers gave us all useful information for THE night. And she finished her speach with:

"And giiiiirls, remember that you
won't get pregnant if you swallow! WOOOHOOO!!"

Gosh, that's what I would call the perfect party attitude, ya knoe what I'm sayyin?

Gosh, the whole night was horrible, I don't know how I ended up in that tackiest hell of blonde hair dyes, cheap make up and outfits, sucky summer hits from last season, oversized muscles and cheap booze...

I went to all the clubs as listed even though I hated it and ditched the rat pack. I finally found my place in life when I met Keith, his sister and their friends at the pool table. We played all night and I walked home alone while enjoying the scene of party animals on their very best puke-tour extravaganza through the city.

I feel quite ashamed, telling you guys how I chose to spend my Saturday night in Surfers. But the truth always need to get through, no matter what it takes.