The protocol for drugs at Sydney parties seems to be "use them wisely" instead of "just say no." At the pool party there were rangers wandering about to check for any overdoses, and posters in the bathrooms advertising their services: "You're a MATE, not a MEDIC...find a ranger."
After seeing that mature approach to drug use, imagine my surprise when afterward I go with to the sex shop "Toolshed" to pick up some poppers because Bam Bam can't have sex without them (yeah, I know..). He demurely approaches the counter to get some amyl (that's POPPERS in Australian).
"I need some amyl," he asks in barely a whisper. The clerk tells him they've been taken off the market. "WHAT?!!?" he yells, any shred of decorum tossed out the window. "NO AMYL?!?!"
The clerk says that a midnight session of congress outlawed amyl, just in time for Mardi Gras. Odd, considering I just was at a party in full view of ecstasy, G, coke, K, you name it. But poppers... the government has to put its foot down somewhere! It affects the entire state of New South Wales.
Apparently we may have to make a road trip to Australian Capitol Territory where they sell it. It's only a 4 hour drive to Canberra (each way). "We'll stop at some colonial site along the way," says Bam Bam. Yeah, it's not desperation. It's tourism.
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