Wednesdays Night Drinks is the new Black (I Never Liked Black Anyway)

For all of you who aren’t intimately familiar with the Gold Coast, it’s a small coastal city on the east coast of Australia at the southern end of the state of Queensland. It’s pretty. It’s touristy. It’s home.

There’s no other place in the world that has embraced platinum hair and leopard print to unabashedly. Women here have big lips and big boobs. Men have hair. Everyone has a slight orange tinge to his or her skin, and no one ever wears boring black. It’s fabulous. I dare anyone to say anything different.

Local fashion aside, the best thing is the lifestyle. I’ve traveled and lived throughout Asia, Europe, Africa and the Americas… very few places have mastered the Gold Coast’s particular air of pretentious casualness. One can spend the entire day in thongs, sitting at a café slowly sipping a flat white (without ever feeling rushed to move one by the wait staff). Just make sure the café is one worth being spotted at.

To some, the Gold Coast is one big tourist attraction. Those are the people that go out to dinner and bars mid-week. Locals don’t. Locals get up early the next morning for a surf. Locals prefer to drink all their money in one go on the weekend. So when a friend suggested after work drinks on a Wednesday, I thought she was crazy. Did she forget she wasn’t in London anymore?

But I went. And I was presently surprised. Get yourself out there on a Wed night Gold Coast – because going out on a Wednesday night is the new black. Especially if you’re a single girl. Nothing quite beats a perve at a man in a tailored suit. Particularly when that man shouts you a couple of drinks...