Rumble In The Jumble*
15 October 2006I went to Rumble In The Jungle last night at San Francisco Bath House on Cuba Street. Some points to note:
- The turnout was impressive. Way more than any gigs I went to in Houston, which is funny seeing how the entire country of New Zealand is the size of Houston, but obviously drum and bass is more popular here.
- San Francisco Bath House now fucking rules. They have moved the bar and it's all fancy and great and the best thing is that they make great drinks and are cheaper than my regular haunts. Dave also works behind the bar, and Dave is one of those people whose smile always makes me smile.
- I knew almost nobody. This is the best thing ever! This does not happen in Wellington.
I danced until almost 6am and got home to the birds singing and the sun just about to come out. I am paying for that today.
The absolute best thing about all of this is that today I woke hung-over and got out of bed and stepped in cat puke. My lovely cat had puked over the side of my bed like the lazy fat fuck she is. She managed to puke enough to require my duvet cover to be washed (it was washed last night), my duvet inner, my spare duvet throw for when it's cold (washed a few days ago), and the rug beside my bed (washed last night). This also requires four separate loads of washing to be done. YAY SUNDAY.
* It should be called Rumble In The Jumble. Because that's what I accidentally called it the other day. It really just slips off the tongue.
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The puke & puke spot free lives of people do not own cats are a complete mystery to me. What do these people do all day long?
I assume these are “indoor” cats? I’ve had cats for about 3 years now. No puking at all. Then again, they spend 50% of their time outside.
If they did not get out I could probably not be around the house without rubber boots on.
So is San Francisco Bath House a gay club? The name evokes a very strong gay image, but maybe that’s just because I’m Americano? Hmm…
It’s the gayest name possible for a non-gay club.
It used to be called Indigo but it got bought out or some such and the name was reverted to the name it had when it actually was a bath house, some many years ago.
not quite – strangely, the original sfbh in welli was in a completely different place. theres some tale that one of the owners parents met at that venue way back when and hence the ressurection of the name.
also – indigo = purple = official 90’s homosexual colour = original premise for indigo bar. cunning eh