balloon buddies.
Series: Bun and Toast adventures
Episode: "Parties"
Summary: Bun and Toast explore the pros and cons of real parties, vs fake ones.
(credit: magical morgan)
m0rgasm posted some amazing photos HERE. (look or die)
Episode synopsis:
m0rgasm and I spent Saturday evening / night together. She came over to my humble abode at around 6pm. Whilst our joyous summer weather hailed ice cubes and obese rain drops from it's smokey-screened skies on the street outside, we sat in my warm dining room drawing words with chop sticks dipped in forest berry jam, honey and peanut butter, like feathered quills in ink. We listened to my old, scratchy FIFTH DIMENSION record whilst lying on itchy carpet and brainstormed ideas for our joint blog (you shall hear more about this later!). For dinner, my parents fried us some burger patties and drizzled them with japanese ginger salad dressing.
Morgan and I had decided to go to a gig we were invited to over the internet. It was in a warehouse and was advertised by a cute poster which we found hard to resist (being suckers for cartoons, graphic design and bright colours). We're not ones for running on time, however, and found ourselves still in my living room at 10pm, watching EXTREME MAKEOVER. Bald ladies and men wearing make up delight us, much like circus acts.
Finally, we were out and about. We armed ourselves with skittles, gummy dinosaurs, ginger beer and multi-coloured slurpies - determined to go for a full blast sugar mania.
At 10:30pm we arrived at the warehouse. We could smell the teenage hormones from miles away... We saw many people we knew, the majority we only knew via the internet. We would point people out and name them by their livejournal usernames. Morgan and I concluded that it was like being in an online virtual reality game, (we are true geeks at heart). We tried to get the courage to say hi to people we didn't know, and also the courage to say hi to people we already knew.
Nearing midnight, things were wrapping up, Morgan and I spotted a bag of balloons and shoved a bunch in our pockets. We also drew some lovely doodles on the party host's notepad left lying around amongst jars (yes, jars) of vodka and empty beer bottles.
To the midget mobile! And we were off, stuffing our faces with skittles. The night was young, and we found ourselves buzzing with blood-sugar overload. Broadway was our destination - we had become inspired by our stolen balloons. We would go buy party decorations and throw our own make-believe party in an alley in Newtown.
Broadway Mall was quiet and lonely. In the supermarket we filled our trolley with balloons of all sizes, party-popper guns and extra ammo, Happy Birthday signs, permanent markers and an 8 pack of tissues to aid my insufferable cold. It's neat to see the kind of people that do their grocery shopping at midnight. Many people clad in religious clothing, islanders with semi-dyed hair, young people buying suspicously large boxes of water bottles and a particular man with a birthmark on his face that made him look like an earth-globe. Perhaps these people prefer the quietness of nighttime shopping - when everyone is too sleepy to care how you dress or what you purchase.
Our night ended in a pigeon infested, dingey car park. We blew up balloons and turned them into people's severed heads. A face drawn on one side, their name and secrets written on the back. They became the guests for our make believe street party. We decorated a grate with our balloon buddies, as well as the happy birthday sign and confetti blasted from our party-popper guns.
When we finished our project, and left our street party looking like a little window into a bright and childish world, we felt sad to leave our balloon friends. Would anyone appreciate them as much as we did?
Jo with her love of cold feet, Augustus who secretly enjoys watching EXTREME MAKEOVER or Cameron - who's phobia of the sun ruins his summer holidays...
(credit: magical morgan)
One night, two parties, real people or balloon people?
Episode: "Parties"
Summary: Bun and Toast explore the pros and cons of real parties, vs fake ones.
(credit: magical morgan)
m0rgasm posted some amazing photos HERE. (look or die)
Episode synopsis:
m0rgasm and I spent Saturday evening / night together. She came over to my humble abode at around 6pm. Whilst our joyous summer weather hailed ice cubes and obese rain drops from it's smokey-screened skies on the street outside, we sat in my warm dining room drawing words with chop sticks dipped in forest berry jam, honey and peanut butter, like feathered quills in ink. We listened to my old, scratchy FIFTH DIMENSION record whilst lying on itchy carpet and brainstormed ideas for our joint blog (you shall hear more about this later!). For dinner, my parents fried us some burger patties and drizzled them with japanese ginger salad dressing.
Morgan and I had decided to go to a gig we were invited to over the internet. It was in a warehouse and was advertised by a cute poster which we found hard to resist (being suckers for cartoons, graphic design and bright colours). We're not ones for running on time, however, and found ourselves still in my living room at 10pm, watching EXTREME MAKEOVER. Bald ladies and men wearing make up delight us, much like circus acts.
Finally, we were out and about. We armed ourselves with skittles, gummy dinosaurs, ginger beer and multi-coloured slurpies - determined to go for a full blast sugar mania.
At 10:30pm we arrived at the warehouse. We could smell the teenage hormones from miles away... We saw many people we knew, the majority we only knew via the internet. We would point people out and name them by their livejournal usernames. Morgan and I concluded that it was like being in an online virtual reality game, (we are true geeks at heart). We tried to get the courage to say hi to people we didn't know, and also the courage to say hi to people we already knew.
Nearing midnight, things were wrapping up, Morgan and I spotted a bag of balloons and shoved a bunch in our pockets. We also drew some lovely doodles on the party host's notepad left lying around amongst jars (yes, jars) of vodka and empty beer bottles.
To the midget mobile! And we were off, stuffing our faces with skittles. The night was young, and we found ourselves buzzing with blood-sugar overload. Broadway was our destination - we had become inspired by our stolen balloons. We would go buy party decorations and throw our own make-believe party in an alley in Newtown.
Broadway Mall was quiet and lonely. In the supermarket we filled our trolley with balloons of all sizes, party-popper guns and extra ammo, Happy Birthday signs, permanent markers and an 8 pack of tissues to aid my insufferable cold. It's neat to see the kind of people that do their grocery shopping at midnight. Many people clad in religious clothing, islanders with semi-dyed hair, young people buying suspicously large boxes of water bottles and a particular man with a birthmark on his face that made him look like an earth-globe. Perhaps these people prefer the quietness of nighttime shopping - when everyone is too sleepy to care how you dress or what you purchase.
Our night ended in a pigeon infested, dingey car park. We blew up balloons and turned them into people's severed heads. A face drawn on one side, their name and secrets written on the back. They became the guests for our make believe street party. We decorated a grate with our balloon buddies, as well as the happy birthday sign and confetti blasted from our party-popper guns.
When we finished our project, and left our street party looking like a little window into a bright and childish world, we felt sad to leave our balloon friends. Would anyone appreciate them as much as we did?
Jo with her love of cold feet, Augustus who secretly enjoys watching EXTREME MAKEOVER or Cameron - who's phobia of the sun ruins his summer holidays...
(credit: magical morgan)
One night, two parties, real people or balloon people?