Tonight I had the pleasure of enjoying a drink with a friend at a pretentious, overtop, mediocre bar in Canberra’s suburb in Barton.
And while I did enjoy catching up with my lovely friend, I didn’t appreciate watching a parade of orange-tanned women, dressed like thosr women from Sex n City crossed with a hooker, trying to get the attention of men wearing tight shirts, pants and over styled hair.
I swear I spent half the time saying…
Did you see what she was wearing? Oh dear god!
If I could I would have posted photos of said outfits because it was incredible the lengths these women went to in order to get the attention of men.
The very men who looked like they spent more time in front of mirror then I would in an entire week.
What happened to going for a drink on a Friday night after work in jeans and a top, and it being a-ok?
I swear my friend was probably one of handful of people in jeans, and I was in a sun dress that was over 10 years old, and handed down to me.
Also what happened to casual?
Was there a memo that casual meant dressing in one of those dresses from Ice with stilettos from Novo? I remember jeans being acceptable in a bar.
Ah how life has changed… or is it just the yuppies wanting to show off their pay cheques and their inability to save money for … I don’t know… food?!
I guess taking the piss out of these people tonight landed me in trouble with karma… cause I got a parking ticket later than night. Ah bittersweet.
At least I can walk further than a street in my shoes and bend over without showing … well everything!
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