We . . .
set a date to try out Pete’s reknowned cocktail while having beer at Bimbos. So the Fitzroy dwellers trouped to Kew to sample this controversial cocktail (with stories ranging back from parties in Port Vila).
which consisted of an expresso shot + vodka + whatever else was in Pete’s extensive liquor collection they fancied to drop in there. The concoction was potent! I think one sip got me dizzy.
After a few (labour intensive) trials, we decided against our better judgement to head to the city. It was determined that the girls have never been to the Melbourne laneway institution The Croft Institute and so the boys were quick to suggest the place.
After the most entertaining cab ride EVER (thanks to the best cabbie in Melbourne) and some head scratching from the boys to try to remember just where the mysterious hidden Croft Institute is (Little Bourke & Swanston at the end of Croft Lane after a walk through a stinky laneway, overflowing rubbish bins, an abundance of milk crates & quite possibly scurrying rats) we arrived at our destination where we proceeded to:
dance to awesome old school music (complete with crazy dance moves)
pose for a few decent photos
examine our footwear?
emerge victorious from the Institute with another night of fun under our belt
