After months of contemplations, we finally braced ourselves for the unthinkable and adjourned to the ever notorious club every Tom, Dick and Harry have come to know of: Bubble. The name should ring a bell in the heads of those who are particularly active in the EDM scene here in Melbourne.
Giving Bubble the benefit of the doubt, we decided to check it out last Saturday despite the unpleasant comments being poured. As a first timer, I suppose it wasn’t that difficult to actually locate the club even though it is situated at Francis Street, one many hardly frequents to.
Knowing how the crowd usually walks in late, we weren’t expecting a queue as Penny told us to be there about 11.45am. Instead, we were greeted by a lengthly queue which was even longer than one back at VII couple of weeks ago. Thank goodness for express admission though.
There was the end of exam promotion going on so we were lucky enough to get in for free with our student ID! Take that, you stupid ISIC (International Student Identity Card)! The moment we got into the club through a rusty backdoor-like entrance, we were greeted by a group of sweaty bunch of people shuffling their way to the ‘forbidden land‘.
I wouldn’t say it reminded me much of the days back in Atmosphere, though it certainly does feel like a place you wouldn’t see me frequenting to. Not even once in a while. However, we might just make another trip to Bubble as a good friend of ours long to check it out but not until she’s done with her exams. Hahahaha!
The place itself seems pretty spacious, which definitely is a good thing for shufflers. The sound system is pretty amazing but nothing beats the lasers! Not forgetting to mention, lots of couches around the corners for ‘obvious’ reasons’. I guess I’m just one of those few who doesn’t deserve enough to appreciate such heart-thumping, mind-boggling hardstyle music. My heart is too weak!
Drinks there are relatively expensive, as I paid more for a cup of beer than other usual clubs. I even spilled one by accident and slowly watched my Heineken soak into the stained carpets. Heart-wrenching indeed! Hehehehe then again, it’s all about the company that matters most. And I saw Cherish as well! She loves it there ;D
Right.. I’m seriously lost for words. Hehehehe and don’t mind me posting at such ungodly hours. The ones who have caught the Euro 2008 fever probably knows the extent of this disease. We sleep when sun risea and wakes up when the sun sets.
Gosh… terrible, I tell you. It’s been quite an interesting one though, with many heavyweight teams already eliminated. Another awakening of an unlikely heroic nation?
I’m gonna be off now. Byes byes!








