Plathological

Xavier's Up Do

Last night was Xavier's birthday party. It was held in the upstairs lounge of Paul's Motor INN. 120 people came, thirty over capacity of the space. Keywords: catered, (brilliant, astute --as always) DJ (Bradley K. of Ghosts/Mousetrap fame), really well dressed people. I drank a mickey of Southern Comfort, about five beer, a gin/tonic, and "whatever else I could get my hands on"--change the pronouns and that's a direct quote from Matt. I was told I looked "very Nico," which was a great compliment. Most of us went to Lucky in a massive throng after twelve-thirty or so, for some (pre-planned) Solid dancing. I had the best possible time. Even though I thought I'd lost my camera (fucking. idiot) when we were in the process of leaving for Lucky, when, in reality (fucking. psycho), I had given it to Jaxon to take home with him earlier because he decided he wasn't up to dancing at Solid ("But I love you too much, Jaxon, too much. Here. Take this camera. Home. With you. But I love you too much." Cough. Sway. Sway). I blacked out and couldn't remember handing it over to him. So I kind of panicked, and was kind of angry. But (!) other than those few moments of frantically and systemically turning coats over and desperately stuffing salami into my face to (somewhat instinctively) stabalize my bloodsugar levels with the protein at hand (thank you, MATT, for picking the humus or whateverthefuckitwas, out of my hair): THE EVENING WAS FUCKING PERFECT. Before the event, Matt came over to use my blender and made more humus than this world has seen with its own eyes--Deep.Blender.Power. Deep. Thank god I live above the Mediterranean food store, we didn't have to carry those two cans of 2.84 litres of chickpeas very far. Matt spent thirty dollars on olives alone, madness. After Lucky, a few of us went to Xavier's for joints and music and fell asleep there. I had my own personal two hour dance party with my headphones in Xavier's courtward/alley thing and thus I fell asleep last, in the closet. OK. Thank you for the time, dear Xavier. Here's to you. I fucking love you. Your present=soon. !!! I've kind of been getting myself worked up about it--it has to be precious, you mean so much to me.

To give you an idea, this is where the party was held. I actually didn't sit in one of those chairs once, I was running around so much the whole night: