Of course trendy and mature gets old rather quickly, and we thought, why not head somewhere a bit more upbeat. Which is how we ended up at The Colombian. I'm sure I've given some indication of what this bar is like before, as I used to think it was appropriate to hang out there several nights a week after work. However we were quickly confronted with the reminder that, on weekends in particular, The Colombian turns into one of the biggest freak shows in Sydney.
Other patrons that evening included some of the following characters:
- Drag queen
- Aging Asian prostitute (with her even older, Caucasian client)
- Middle-aged mother on her first night out in years, wearing a dress resembling a lampshade
- People in various states of disarray, many of whom probably started drinking and popping pills at some point in the afternoon
Needless to say, we were mostly there for the people watching. The key to a place like this is always ensuring that you're drunk enough to find these people amusing as opposed to disgusting. But then not so drunk that you tell them what you think. It's a balancing act, really.