Lucky Coq

So Selina and I met up to try and find a "spot" for our group to hang out. It was an interesting day to say the least.

I find this photo funny. Sorry Jess.

On the way to meet the guy I was purchasing my secondhand Microeconomics textbook from, we literally ran into Jess in the city. 

Like, literally. 

I thought this thing only happens in movies or TV? I never just happen to meet people when I'm out. Perhaps due to the fact I generally avoid eye contact when travelling in public?

Eh.

We had some time to kill so we went into Passionflower.

Almost didn't want to post this last picture, too sweet and sappy for my blog. Hah.

The desserts were pretty damn tasty, although I wouldn't go there too often since the lower priced ones are around $10 - $15 bucks. What can I say, I'm unemployed and a cheap Asian.

Then Jess had to leave to go study or something, I don't remember. I do remember something pretty funny happened to her, you can ask her if you feel like traumatising her about it.

After Jess left, Selina and I tried to figure out where to go next...

Freakiest thing happened on the way to Prahran. Selina and I were waiting for the Sandringham train when we heard this huge argument coming from the escalator. This older professional lady and a younger woman were having a full blown argument, and when they reached the bottom of the escalator it turned into a huge fight. Not like sissy slaps and stuff. I mean full-on hair-pulling, kicking and clawing, nasty stuff. So anyway the fight came closer and closer to Selina and I, and Selina had to yank me out of the way since I was just standing there watching like the stoner that I am. Actually in reality I was wondering why nobody stopped them...it was a pretty bad case of bystander effect. People were just gathering around in a massive circle, doing nothing. I would have intervened but trust me, being skinny and not very athletic I don't think I would've done any good, I have the muscle mass of a broomstick.

Anyway by the time security came they were pretty messed up, one of the women was bleeding from her head. Nasty.

Check out this dude's hair. The one behind the pole. Not that I'm judging him, except I do think that he should avoid going out during stormy weather in case the massive amount of static electricity contained in his hair attracts lightning.

When we got to Lucky Coq around 7 it was completely packed, leaving me and Selina standing there like the awkward no-life never-been-to-a-bar losers that we are. We tried waiting for an empty seat but most of them looked like they were gonna be full for a while, and whenever we spotted someone leave we were too slow and another group of people stole the empty spot.

We decided to walk up Chapel St to see if there were any other good bars or spots, but the pickings were pretty meagre. Also we really wanted to go to Lucky Coq, since we'd been looking forward to the $4 pizzas all day, and it's rated pretty high on Urbanspoon. 

Also it's around 50m from my uni.

As you can tell by the photos, we managed to get in and finally grab a seat. SCORE. Strangely enough it was actually thanks to me, I managed to grab a table for Selina and I and then order our food and drinks. I say 'strangely' since most of the time I'm a passive wallflower. I don't do much and definitely don't take charge. This one's a sheep, for life.

After we got a seat the experience was pretty good. I really like the atmosphere, it's laid back and after 10 there's a DJ that plays music. Well, apparently he does. I say this because I could not hear shit all.

The pizza was interesting; they didn't actually give us what we ordered so we had no idea what we were eating. I just said yes to the waitress since I was so hungry at that point I didn't care what or whose pizza we were given. 

I was freaking ravenous. Combine this with food that's difficult to eat neatly + my natural complete lack of co-ordination and you can pretty much imagine what I looked like eating those pizzas at 9pm.

Why people let me out in public at all is a wonder to me.

Although the first pizza doesn't look too appealing I liked it the most; out of the subsequent times I've been to Lucky Coq during my breaks at uni, I've never been able to find it on the menu. Weird.

That night was pretty awesome though. Seemed like my life turned into a really crappy TV sitcom for just one day.