From techno rave to electone muzak, from the sea of half-naked men to the stream of immaculate housewives, and from the action of cruising around the dance floors to the stagnation in the middle of the hall room. Yes, I freeze with culture crash and have to tell Stilgherrian not to leave me by myself, not when I have no sleep.
Then we pick the table that appears to be the least bitter, considered by my hunch. Five women at the table look out-of-place, like us. Few Champagne is sipped while we are making the conversation. It turns out that the woman next to me, Lizzie, is a best mate of Professor Maria Bashir, the Governor of NSW and more of her nursing life comes out very intriguing.
We exchange our numbers for catching up later. Hopefully, we will be hearing from her soon.