After four weeks of celibacy, meaning laying off the booze and giving the local clubs a miss, I ventured forth with er indoors to our local bowling club the Halekulani, I delivered one book to our favourite glass collector and sat down to a JW & coke apiece amid the the yells and screeching of two hundred sozzled M&F 18 to 30s.
The constant Thump - Thump - Thump from the DJ Booth didn't help the female M C organizing the bikini show which was badly put together. and it was fairly obvious who the winner would be. the only small scuffle to break out was put to order by four gigantic pacific island bouncers in badly fitting suits and bow ties. The normal orderly atmosphere was missing and so were the regular patrons. After changing seats twice to avoid the yelling it was time to go to the local soccer club.
Surprise surprise on our arrival at the soccer club the presence of four police cars outside with a milling mob both inside and out side of the club made me wonder if it was the Xmas police ball or a triple murder scene. Inside the club the band played on while a mob of youthful persons were doing their best to disrupt the entertainment, The police had closed the bar. and from what I could gather, the mob were celebrating the wake of one of their own who had lost the plot the week before.
There being no point in hanging around , we were at home by ten pm, two more JW's and a movie then bed.
Conclusion. It is so sad to see this happen in a normally sedate area in which we live. Both club managements get my slap on the ass for this sort of crap which need not have happened. The power of imagination makes us infinite, try using it.