Photos With the Cloak Room Girl (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: March 2, 1999

Two Girls Downstairs

“You have to see these girls downstairs” he remarked and as he did we started heading downstairs in a hurry. Thinking that they would be absolute stunners we headed to the bottom level bar and walking into the room he motioned me to two girls right in front of us that were dancing with each other and said “There they are”.

Seriously, to my liking the both of them weren’t that hot or outstanding and all I could do was just let my mind do the sighing for me. Staying down there for a couple of minutes we headed back up to the dance club level and instead of jumping back on stage Ralf walked over to the seats to talk to the Samoan chick he had talked with beforehand.

Ralf and the Sad Samoan Girl

Seating ourselves on the comfy sofa and chairs around a table Ralf sat right next to the young Samoan girl and I on a chair near him. Sitting close enough to her I thought he was going to eat her up for a second but he ended up having a chat with her, he’s good at that, babbling that is.

She looked fairly sad through the whole night and finding out that her ex boyfriend had committed suicide two weeks beforehand I knew why Ralf took a step back literally. This girl was also with two of her friends, one who was attached to my ear for the whole night and turned out to be gay and the other just a straight guy who was best friends with the girl.

Ralf looked like he wanted her pretty bad at the start of the night and seeing that she was fairly plain I didn’t know why. Ralf always tells me that he won’t have sex with anyone apart from his Macedonian ex girlfriend and he puts such a high honesty on his ex girlfriend but this fruitcake doesn’t hold to his words. Ralf always lies and tries to make his ex girlfriend be more with his words and he says he won’t touch anyone else but this celibacy is obviously getting to Ralf that he’ll try and hit onto anyone. Dignity, the man knows no such word when it comes to pussy and his word.

Ear Trouble With a Stranger

Asking Ralf if I could have a drink from his bottle of water he gave it to me annoyingly and now I know that I was probably bothering their conversation about her life being all upside down. For that I jumped up and left them be alone thinking that they were both just frustrated with me because they wanted to be alone, the other two had already left. So that I did to make my way to the dance floor and look for the guy who I now know is gay, lucky I didn’t find him.

He’s actually the one I talked to behind the bars when I was dancing alone, fancy that. After a minute I made my way back to Ralf and the girl and was glad to see that someone else was sitting there, the straight guy. Gathering that they would have sorted a few things out by now I sat back down near them and this is when I thought to make some idle conversation with the gay skinny guy around my height but reminding me of Norton.

A couple of friendly words spoken into the ear over the loud music turned into a fetish for him as he couldn’t stop from talking to me. It became so flagrant and repetitive that I was wishing for a way out but his almost nibbling on my ear (Another literal term, don’t take it seriously) had him hooked on me.

Looking at Ralf and the girl they shook their head as if to say “Oh God” and as they both smirked at me I didn’t see their humor for what it was. Thinking that they were just thinking he was pathetic for continually talking in my ear like Ralf tends to do I wasn’t aware that he was gay and that his dick was probably on a hard on each time I talked into his ear.

The Girl Behind the Cloak Room

Trying to get away from his continual talking and seeing that the girl that looked like Deni Hines was behind the Cloak Room counter I asked Ralf for his leather jacket. Heading over to her I stuck to my mind’s plan and asked her if she could put away the jacket.

“I’m sorry,” she said in her strong African American accent, “There’s only 20 minutes left tonight, it’s best that you hold onto it”. This gave me an opening to do what I wanted to do and that was to ask her if I could get a photo with her.

“Do you remember me,” I asked her and as she shook her head and shrugged her shoulders I reminded her that I was the guy who thought she looked like Deni Hines. Despite her not remembering me as she sees hundreds of people a night and I was with my hair up beforehand I carried on to advise her how much she looked like Deni Hines.

Being part Holland and part South African (Much more of the latter) she had a strong accent and she talked with broken English but I found it attractive. Like on Seinfeld, if a woman doesn’t speak your language you would be bound to love a relationship like that. It was the fact that she was easy to talk to because it took her a while to comprehend what I was saying that made me attracted more to her.

Hunting for Photos

Finally, I asked her if she would have a problem with me taking a photo with her when it was closing time and asking me why with her white teeth smile I answered best as I could. She didn’t suggest that she had a problem with taking a picture with me and agreed in a care-worn way.

Thanking her and informing her that I would be back soon with a camera I made my way back to where Ralf was sitting, still chatting with the girl. The guy started talking to me once again but the three of them were soon leaving and as they did Ralf and I sat by ourselves in the same seats.

Noticing that the fluently dancing girl was sitting with her two female friends on the upper deck where the lounge seats adorned the wall I thought to walk up and ask her for a photo together. Once there I was virtually staring them in the face but because some guy was crouching near them and chatting with them I retreated waiting for a better opportunity. Ralf also told me that he would try and get a photo of the girls but when he walked up there he too chickened out as I did, I never thought he would have the guts anyway.

Ten minutes before closing I gave my camera to Ralf who walked up to the stage and decided to take two pictures. When I walked up to see what he was doing he was basically taking a picture of a misty nothing from the top part of the dance floor. Looking at him from my vantage point in the middle of the upper floor I tried to consider him as everyone else would and all that came to mind was an overgrown fruitcake. Taking the camera off him as he had taken enough stupid shots of nothingness we made our way to the girl that looked like Deni Hines.

A Photo With Her at Last

Her name was something like “Rhea” and because I’m so bad with memory I couldn’t remember it after a minute, even seconds. Despite that I made my way to her and as she had her big smiling face on once again, I asked if she would still like to go through with it.

Nervous was her smile and she shook her head in disapproval like a little girl told she had to eat her greens but with another word of comfort she was on her way. Taking her out of her little reception area she stood half a head higher than me and I joked around with her as she did with me about her height. Jokingly she bent down a little and still with a dignified smile, lovely lady.

I think she was two or three years older than me but she looked as if she wouldn’t mind that much about jumping my bones. Ralf took the first photo as I put my arm around her back and looking at her she smiled beautifully for the camera.

My only problem with that was that Ralf was so far back and he didn’t tilt the camera so I had him stand closer and do it again. People were speculatively looking at the both of us wandering what the heck I was doing but as Ralf took the second photo and I had her put her hand around my shoulders I had no complaints. Thanking her for taking photos with me I waved her goodbye and walking to Ralf we made our way back up to the seats.

A Greek Takes Our Photo

Attaching ourselves to the sofas on the top level behind the entrance we rested and caught our breath. Wanting to take a picture of just us two I noticed some guy walking up towards our area and as he came close I asked if he would take the picture.

Turning out to be Greek he reminded me of Nick who owns that blue old car and knows Ali, the Greek guy. “Sure, no problem” he said to me as he took my camera, knelt down and prepared to take our picture. His two friends were also with him but they made their way back the other way just a little bit after he took the camera in his hands.

With a red shirt on it was hard not to notice him but it suited him. Taking the picture of Ralf and I both sitting back on the sofa I realized that the photo with the Deni Hines girl would probably not come out. That’s because we were in a darkened area and because she was black and I was wearing full black it would have been a hard picture to come out.

Anyway, once this Greek guy took our picture I just chatted to him for a couple of seconds before he was going to leave but then Ralf started talking. Oh boy, Ralf kept him there forever and I knew he wanted to get out of there and I tried helping him in creating some silence but Ralf was intent to babble about his Samoan culture, bla bla bla.

Five minutes into conversation he knew he couldn’t beat it so he just pulled up a chair and tried to listen as nicely to Ralf’s stories without falling asleep. Finally his friends came to save him and as Ralf started talking to one of his friends I continued my conversation with him.

The three of them were Greek and I being Macedonian, we had no tiffs with each other because of some disagreement with our countries. He told me that Meridian in Hurstville was a great place to head to if I wanted to meet Macedonian chicks but I’ve heard so much good and bad about this place.

Lyssa was there for her Saturday night and she told me that it was pretty shit there so I’m not sure if I want to try it. That’s also the place that Ralf and I went to and stood out the front until everyone came out. When they did we tried talking to two girls but I stuffed it up and we left for home. I hated it back then because it looked like old people were there more than younger ones but Lyssa informed me there was nothing but young but ordinary at that.

Jumping the Gates at Town Hall

Finishing our conversation with the Greeks we all made our way out of the club as the music finished and talking with the Greek guys out the front I tried to peel Ralf off them continuously. Finally I achieved it a couple of minutes into his conversation by saying we had to head off and shaking their hands we were on our way.

Taking a picture with them would have been good but we didn’t get that chance, shame. Making our way to the station now the time was 5:00 a.m. but instead of heading to Circular Quay we headed all the way up to Town Hall. Before heading into the station Ralf bought himself a drink from a Restaurant near the Police Station. There was a Czechoslovakian girl in there and she was a fairly ordinary blonde but one that I associated with.

Town Hall Station had rollers disallowing us entry into the station but with some aboriginal girl lifting them up me and Ralf jumped over the gates to make our way to our platform. Surprised that there were already people there we were more surprised when Ralf bumped into the Samoan girl and her two guy friends.

Ralf sat next to his lady friend once again and now I was clued into all the details and how she had problem after problem on her mind. Seated near the closed escalators I jumped over onto them and had myself a rest. Ralf thought he would follow and as he jumped onto the hand holding part I took a picture of him from where I was below him. When that was done I also had him take a picture of me in the same pose and minutes after that our train arrived.

Ralf avoided being in the same carriage with the girl and two guys, his excuse, he didn’t like the gay guy. Finding our seat two carriages away we sat near the doors. There was an older lady who worked for the railway reading a magazine and smelling a great perfume in the air I asked her what it was. Explaining some weird fragrance name to me she was off at the next stop with a smile.

Reaching Sydenham we found out that we had to jump off and catch a bus and to our fuss we did so. Jumping on the nearby bus Ralf got to sleep as I kept myself awake looking at the scenery on the way home and it was a good thing that Ralf did get to sleep because I couldn’t put up with his babbling anymore.

A Lift Home at Dawn

Reaching East Hills it was our last stop so we had to jump off and catch a train the rest of the way home. To our surprise the Samoan girl was once again on this. Originally she didn’t get off the train at Sydenham and gathered she went to the next station which she had to get off at anyway. Ralf sat up the top near the doors again just chatting to her from that distance.

When we started heading off some tattoo infested white guy walked in and started chatting to Ralf. It turned out that he was part Samoan and also knew some guys that Ralf knew. So here we were, the both of them babbling about Samoa and all that bullshit.

Glad that we were at Campbelltown we jumped off the train and tired as in my legs I couldn’t wait to get home. Initially we were going to head to Macdonald’s in Campbelltown where Ralf was going to buy his huge breakfast but that girl on the dance floor at Jackson’s on Imad that Ralf knew ended up pulling beside us with her car.

Jumping in her boob and noticing that she didn’t have her boob tube on anymore I noticed her for what she was and she wasn’t at all that appealing, well maybe a little. She gave me a lift home and I’m not sure what time it was when I arrived home but I’ve written down that it was 6:00 a.m. I’m pretty sure that the bus and train trip would have taken much longer than that and I would rather say around the 7:00 a.m. mark.