#the sheaf

The Sheaf

Henri Matisse

Art Weekend - The Sheaf by Henri Matisse

Last night I got absolutely shitfaced enjoyed my first evening out on the town since moving to Sydney. Here are my thoughts, as pieced together the morning after. 

We predrank heavily enjoyed a few beverages at a friend’s house in Double Bay before moving to our first destination of the night, The Sheaf. I was blown away by the amount of people at this establishment - every inch was packed as fuck even though it was maybe three times the size of the Alma. 

While I understand that’s good because it adds “atmosphere” it also sucks because

- it’s hard to find seats

- it’s hard to dance on the dance floor without getting your limbs tangled with the limbs of those around you

but most importantly because it’s harder and takes longer to get drinks at the bar. Then again - this means you don't get as drunk as quickly. Which makes for a longer, less messy evening (all good things in my book now that I am older than 19). 

So, The Sheaf was good and got better as I got drunker and the night went on. Around 2am the group I was with decided they were in the mood for a more RnB intensive soundtrack and we walked the two streets to reach Casablanca bar. The line was fucking huge, and the doorman, a very tall and slim moustached male in a smart trenchcoat who made the job seem classy even though he was, essentially, managing the flow of people paying $25 for the privilege of buying drinks in a sweaty and dark room, paced back and forth letting just about everyone except us skip the line and go in early. 

Eventually, we gained entry to the club. I would rate it high because they were playing dope music - some club classics, but also a tonne of other good songs. For instance, they reached further into Kanye’s discography than the usual “Testify” or “Gold Digger,” if you know what I mean. I had an awesome night for that reason but there were some downsides, like the $12 vodkas and the aforementioned problem of there being too many people around to really get hectic on the dance floor. 

Ultimately I feel - and this is just a first impression here, based on the small sample size of 2 places I have been in Sydney so far - that people in Adelaide go out to get fucked up and have a good time with mates and people in Sydney go out to look hot while they get fucked up. There were no bitches in sneakers, that’s for sure. It’s a subtle distinction - I mean I still got offered coke at the pub, but if it was Adelaide someone would have tried to sell me pingas instead, you know? 

My The Sheaf (colors after Matisse).

Henri Matisse (b.1869)

La Gerbe (The Sheaf)