Tuesday, August 28, 2007

The party was great

It really was.
You should have been there.

The house looked stunning. There was an indoor garden complete with astro turf and park bench. Georgia and her Industrial design buddies did wonders with the lighting. And Rob pretty much finished the building of the great cardboard dream.

My camera is busted so I have no pictures to show you.

But oh my god you should have seen the crowd. LOTS of beautiful indie boys leaning against doorways offering coy sideways glances, half checking you out, half checking if you are checking them out. I've never seen so many pairs of tight pants in one room before. (I think these were mostly the lovely Ben's friends). Plenty of pretty ladies swanning about in knockout party dresses (ME!*). Cool cats with talent aplenty rocked and beat us well into to night (Roza, your voice dazzles me! Liam, I want to have tenthousand of your babies if it's ok with Georgia. Simon, BEST SET EVA!). And I was well charmed by a few old favourites and surprise guest appearances.

Some of the presents I got:

• A copy of Anais Nin's Delta Venus
• A bottle of red
• Roses
• Nick Cave's Nocturama
• Black and white Wedgwood broach of an angel
• A fantastically ugly stuffed sock monster (an Anna Clarke handcrafted original)
• Sparkly Tights!
• China bird wistle you fill with water to make realistically annoying, high-pitch bird noises
• AN ENORMOUS RED BALL OF STRING!

The night went really damn well, so up yours all you people who imagined to worst possible scenarios for us.
The police didn't turn up once and I knew most of the people there... Well, I didn't know the guy smoking the crack pipe in the kitchen.

There were really only a few real jerks.

To the thoughtless cunts who pulled apart Georgia's shuttlecock flowers, did you know they were kinda famous and widley appreciated?

To the dickheads who stole all the pool balls, WHY?!

And to the pricks who completely destroyed my enormous red ball of string by unravelling it and spreading it all over the warehouse and up Sydney Road, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE and no I don't want to go for a walk and watch the sunrise with you EVER! We would have thrown you out of the house at 8am but stupidly we trusted you and let you stay after we went to bed. We even gave you fucking bed! That ball of string was given to me by a someone who also happens to be a good friend of one of your good friends, Marlee. Six degrees, Kevin Bacon.

Phew!

But apart from that it was a night I'm glad I'll remember for the rest of my life. Thankyou to everyone who came and made it good. And thankyou to everyone who wished me a Happy Birthday in all various forms, it really made my day.

love

XX




*It's my blog about my birthday, please just let me have this one.

1 comment:

Nicky Peacock said...

this made me laugh...jerks, cunts, dickheads and pricks..yr funny.
xx