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Drinking in Sydney. What do Lockout laws mean for me?

Drinking in Sydney is not what it used to be. To keep the Entertainment Precinct safe for everyone, restrictions have been put in place. So what do the Lockout Laws mean to you?

So here’s a thing I discovered last Thursday night.

In an effort to combat the violence our binge drinking culture has created, 2014 heralded the beginning of Lockout Laws in Sydney.  In the interest of public safety hotels, clubs and nightclubs in the entertainment precinct of Sydney’s CBD and Kings Cross were no longer permitted to allow entry to patrons after 1:30 am, with last drinks for those inside needing to be called by 3am.

Now, I would like to be able to say that I discovered this while sitting behind my computer reading the plethora of articles on the pros and cons of this legislation from the perspective of emergency workers and business owners.  I really would like to be able to say that.  However, I cannot.

The reason I know about lockout laws is because I got lost down a rabbit hole of wine and geeking out about Firefly and the new Voltron reboot while chatting with a friend in a pub on Angel Street.  By the time I struggled out of that blissful warren of tipsy, nerdy comradery I was brought back to reality by an unfortunate coincidence that changed the carefree direction of my evening.

The lamentable coincidence I encountered was that at the exact moment our feet hit the rain soaked pavement outside the pub, the last train out of Sydney for the night pulled out of the station.  Not ideal, if I’m honest with you.

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Blue Mountains and Breaking Down

Or ‘In Which We Tried to go to the Jenolan Caves and ended up Visiting a Stranger’s Long Departed Grandmother’

Hellllo My Cherubic Vagabonds

One of the things I love about living where I do is the amount of amazing places I can drive to for a day trip.  Sydney, Canberra, Blue Mountains and Heatherbrae Pies to name a few.  Though Canberra is for those special occasions that you feel like driving 3 hours each way.

As I’ve said before, I love giving a good surprise.  And with 2 of my children away, I decided it was time for some surprise quality time with our youngest.  (Now I say it like that, it kind of sounds a little bit like it’s…not-quite-welcome quality time I’m trying t force on her by stealth.)

I discussed it with hubby the night before and we decided to take her to the Blue Mountains for on overnight trip to investigate the Jenolan Caves.  I booked a hotel (one of the only ones available at such short notice) and packed the car up while our daughter was asleep.

The next morning I packed a picnic and told her that we were going for a drive to explore.  Knowing it was a long drive to get out the other side of Sydney where we were planning to stop at an old cemetery (a thing she loooves to do) I had her pack a few things to do in the car in case she got bored.

Off we set.

All was going swimmingly for the first hour of our journey.  Then we got to Carlingford.

It is about this point in the story where things go horribly wrong.  Both hubby and I looked at each other and said ‘Our car shouldn’t be doing that’.  And mere seconds later we were pulled over at a service station with the hood up and looks of this-would-be-funny-if-it-weren’t-such-an….no-its-almost-funny were running across our faces.

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