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Friday, January 25th, 2008
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5:58p
As we filed off the bus, past a barbed wire fence and into a cold and grey warehouse Meg speculated out loud that we may have just been duped into paying our own way into some kind of yuppie genocide. And how ironic. I laughed because it was entirely plausible. It was nearly 9pm and we had each paid $30 (the non-student adult people around us $40), travelled out to Bankstown (which is, with the exception of Cabramatta, the closest Sydney will probably have to a Brooklyn) and boarded buses which were to take us to a secret location. We had been promised entertainment, albeit a provocative kind, in the form of a play.
Nicky declared afterwards that the journey had been worthwhile if not for the set itself. Inside the grey warehouse, a life-sized service station had been replicated. It looked so real that Meg very nearly walked up to the counter to buy lollies and nuts. Cars drove in and out of the set and the play was one of those non-linear kind, which I usually struggle with. There were times when multiple interactions were happening and I wasn't sure where to look... the cat perched right by the neon OPEN sign was always a good alternative, especially because it featured several very graphic rape scenes.
As we walked back to the car, a little stunned and very tired, we couldn't help but laugh at what must be one of the features of Bankstown city center. The arch of Mariah. Between Old Town Plaza and the Bankstown Sports Center there are these two elaborate archways - with bright murals painted on either side and fairy lights that come on after dark. They play Mariah Carey music incredibly loudly in these arches, presumably not to entertain or delight, but to prevent bored teenagers from skulking around in them. Genius.
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