Nelson’s
After a delicious Italian meal to wish my friend Lisa a fond farewell as she’s off to Australia for adventure, excitement, we did the tour of the pubs and bars. Nelson’s had a DJ who wound up playing a bunch of hip hop I’d never heard before, and I fulfilled my copied resolution.
The place doesn’t really have a dancefloor, just an area where they’d pushed the tables back against the walls and moved the chairs out. It’s tiny, in a converted cellar, with bugger-all air conditioning. It was boiling, and sweaty, and loud and dark and drunken and perfect. And look! Pretty girls too! This was a good night.
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