Beach Party 2
Sunday May 18th 2003
(the May 24 long weekend)

A beach party , At savage, how insane. What a lot of fun.

It was a very different night at Savage. The large plastic dolphin strung up over the bar was proof of that. Dj Pale kept the crowd on their toes with a non stop mix of surf and 60's tunage whilst Dj Karnage indulged in his own hard dancing Ebm fest so we didn't get too used to the Beach boys. Everyone made an effort to dress in virtually nothing. Mucho eye candy. Amazing outfits, except for the one speedo (there's one at every beach). Whilst the tunes thumped, the beach was jumping with nonstop contests for cool gear. A special thaks to all the donators of our prizes for this event. Release the Bats, Suspect video, Toronto goth .com, Younge street tatoos and Nocturnalia.

First on the agenda, gothic line limbo dancing, for our young lithe beach goers. No contest here as Margret wowed the crowds with her or so supple style, winning hands down

Next up the best cardboard surfboard competition. It was a close call between our finalists. The specially convened expert panel of judges including hot from the gold coast Australian board expert Bruce 'I'm not really Australian' Dundee critiqued the boards on style and structural soundness. Still unable to decide on a clear winner, our contestants got the opportunity to demonstrate their surfing tequniques on their boards. As Lisa took up her board, jumped on, hung ten on its rim and hulla'ed to the surf we had an instant winner.

But this was only the beginning. Now came the most disgusting comp of all. The most hideous Hawaiian shirt. Bringing out the big guns of the beach The Baron Marcus of The Vampire Beach babes was on hand to be our celebrity judge with sidekick Dj Pale. After establishing a strict judging criteria based on colour (number of colours per shirt), content (cars hula girls fruit etc.), and overall vomit factor, they started on their task. Down the line they went, each shirt more hideous that the last. Oh the horror!. The winner became all too clear when the Baron started to scream like a girl, and went into a dead faint. After a quick piece of beach CPR, the baron was bought back to earth and asked to judge the winner. Still a little confused, he looked once more at Jens shirt, screamed like a girl, only this time it was accompanied by small whimpering sounds and a casual foaming at the mouth. Our winner was decided. An honorable mention for the runner up Heather. High vomit factor shirt but the fruit on Jen's (the winner) was the clincher. (We can assure all our patrons that this shirt will not be worn in public again, for fear it may cause long lasting retina damage)

The gathered crowds took a short intermission, as our babes of the beach prepared themselves for the biggest event of their summer. The final competition of the night, the naming of "Queen of the beach". Our beautiful babe contestants lined up to be judged. The criteria was extremely technical and due to its complexity, all the males in the room were considered to be part of the judging panel. Thongs, sarongs, gyrating hips and hula hands were let loose into the now sexually charged atmosphere. The individual hula contestants drove the crowd into a frenzy.

As the chants for baby oil began, it became clear our judges could reach no consensus. Only one man could save us from this near riot, and the "Dude" was called for. Strolling casually from his surf shack the dude surveyed his crowd. Taking a deep breath he ordered the girls to dance for him. It was soon down to 3 finalists, nail biting stuff.Taking no thought for his personal safety the "dude" stood his ground as he once more called on the girls to dance (his thoroughness and professionalism a shinning example to all on the beach). Stacey, and Kimmy made runners up and were removed from the now screaming crowds for alcohol at the bar. Meanwhile our babe of the beach Caroline was crowned.

The fun continued with a quick beach volley ball game on the now packed dance floor to the hot new musical release from the Vampire beach babes "Hotfoot". (Album soon to hit the shelves keep those eyes peeled). The Baron Marcus threw in beach balls from his stretcher on the sidelines as the beach bunnies indulged in a little violent mayhem and destruction with beach balls. (Later it was discovered that the balls had been underinflated due to concerns that someone may hurt themselves !!!!!).

The rest of the night becomes some sort of alcoholic daze at this point. (Dj pale's rev addiction took its toll). All I can say is, thanks to everyone for making this event such a fun success. It required a massive suspension of belief and everyone excelled. If you closed your eyes you could almost smell the surf and sand.

More craziness at Savage. The return of the now infamous beach party. Somewhere back in the depths of Savage Garden history about 8 years ago we threw our very first special event. It was an insane idea to raise money for air con at the club. The resulting party has now gained legendary stature as the craziest night to have ever occurred inside a nightclub. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water,

'Beach party 2 the return of the cardboard surfboards'

Savage is once more transformed into a Hawaiian paradise complete with Hula girls, Palm trees, extraordinary large drinks loaded with exotic fruit, and of course lots of naked oiled flesh.

Dress code compulsory, beachwear, beachwear, beachwear,(we understand that some skin is just to pale for the sun and will accept the traditional gothic Burkha as a beachwear item).

Prizes and more prizes, for best cardboard surfboard, most hideous Hawaiian shirt, The ultimate dude, and totally Rad Beach babe, (to name but a few). This is only the beginning more competitions, more prizes and even more cheesy stuff being planned.

With you host Dj Pale and special guest Dj Karnage. Doors open 9pm, $5 cover without beachwear, $3 with and of course no cover to Savage VIP's.