Chris, whom we met in Sydney got here yesterday. We started out by playing a whole lot of big 2, with the loser of each round having to slam a tea cup of goon. It wasn't my night. I lost about ten times. After big 2, we began to play some drinking games. We checked the time, it was about nine-thirty. At this point we're all pretty smiley. Drew, Junker, Chris, Chelsea, #2, and I.
Eleven o'clock came and we decided we should go out before we proceed further. We were given free entrance to a club called 'Soho' from our hostel. It was close to our destination of 'Woolshed', so we figured we'd check it out. It was dead. A few people were sitting in the booths, and there was the bar staff.
We did the only thing logical thinking people would do. dance off.
Drew and I cleared out the empty dance floor so we could bust our high flying, highly technical dance moves. We all took turns jumping in and bustin a groove, from breakdance to disco. In the end i took the title as i still remembered some breakdancing moves I had learned in grade seven.
During the battle, the DJ turned the smoke on, I'm not sure if he was adding to the battle atmosphere, or mabye he was trying to smoke us out?After the dance battle we got out of there as quick as we could, no drinks purchased. On the way out we heard the security guards talking on their walkie-talkies. They were describing our outfits. "Blue jeans, Black shirt. Black shorts, black shirt....". I guess they had plans to ruin our battle.
On the way to 'Woolshed' we got Chelsea to take a picture, just in case we ever put out a dance video. 
The 'Woolshed' was great as well, but after a story about a dance off, it just can't compete.