The Ivy

Lucy, her friends and myself got a little dressed up and made our way over to The Ivy in Sydney.

Through a birthday party, Lucy had gotten us on the list for the evening. It was a huge building with many different areas and floors. The music was amazing but no one was dancing, everyone was a little too concerned with what they looked like for that kind of fun. There was one older gentleman all dressed up in his vintage suit and hat who was apparently famous for appearing at The Ivy every weekend. He was beside the pool on a small area that he had magically transformed into his stage and was dancing his little heart out. He was my favourite part about The Ivy experience, other than that, I would have been happier on the Bondi grassy pactch swigging wine out of a bottle.