Space Party
Oh, yes. The Space party! About time I wrote something about it. So, here:
Shortly after waking up on Saturday, one of my housemates knocked on my door, and gave me a package which had just arrived in the post. The trousers I'd bought on eBay had arrived just in time! A bit later, I got a call from Joel saying he wouldn't be able to make it to Cambridge, so I was in no particular rush to go into town. I set up a mail redirection (A little late, to be fair), got something to eat, and met my friend at the station later than I was hoping to. Because of stupid maintenance, we had to get a coach and a train to London.
We met up with his girlfriend, Lorraine, whose birthday party it was to be, and went to her friend's house to get ready. I'd had no luck finding a suitable shirt during the week, so Lorraine gave me one of hers. A change of clothes and an eye-patch, an excessive application of hairspray and a splash of gold face-paint later and I was, supposedly, Ziggy Stardust-era David Bowie. My friend put on a shirt and a pair of combats, threw a lab coat over the top (Which was actually an art coat, a fact compounded by the word 'art' and the splashes of paint all over it), and donned a leather skull cap and a pair of welding goggles, and called himself a Rogue Scientist. The girls wore pink and blue wigs, sparkly dresses, and ridiculous sunglasses. All set, we made our way towards Camden, getting more smiles and laughter than strange looks. A girl high-fived all five of us on the tube.
At Camden station we met Lorraine's sister (Who guessed that I was dressed as Ziggy Stardust!) and a few of her friends, and made our way to Koko, where we were joined by several more of her friends. Inside I struggled to deal with having the use of only one eye while we got something to drink. Before many people arrived, I was standing on the dancefloor when some guy approached me and said, "Mr. Bowie! It's an honour. I'd just like to congratulate you on a long, successful music career!". My friend's rogue scientist outfit got him a considerable amount of attention also, so it was pretty cool all around. I didn't get particularly drunk, but before long I was dancing like a twat, mostly because the music was so loud that it wasn't as if I had any choice. One of Lorraine's friends, an attractive Asian girl, danced with me several times, though when I told her that I was dressed as David Bowie, she didn't know who he was!
I looked a bit like this:
The night went on in pretty much this fashion, until we left at around 1:30am, and spent the next 45 minutes or so on an absurdly crowded night bus. I think I got about 5 and a half hours' sleep at most. Not one of your relaxing weekends.
I added the Asian girl as a friend on Facebook, and sent her a message complementing her on her dancing. Her response contained a mention of her boyfriend. Crap.
Little has happened since then. Although I may have cause to mention Nadia in my next post. Perhaps not. I don't know!
Shortly after waking up on Saturday, one of my housemates knocked on my door, and gave me a package which had just arrived in the post. The trousers I'd bought on eBay had arrived just in time! A bit later, I got a call from Joel saying he wouldn't be able to make it to Cambridge, so I was in no particular rush to go into town. I set up a mail redirection (A little late, to be fair), got something to eat, and met my friend at the station later than I was hoping to. Because of stupid maintenance, we had to get a coach and a train to London.
We met up with his girlfriend, Lorraine, whose birthday party it was to be, and went to her friend's house to get ready. I'd had no luck finding a suitable shirt during the week, so Lorraine gave me one of hers. A change of clothes and an eye-patch, an excessive application of hairspray and a splash of gold face-paint later and I was, supposedly, Ziggy Stardust-era David Bowie. My friend put on a shirt and a pair of combats, threw a lab coat over the top (Which was actually an art coat, a fact compounded by the word 'art' and the splashes of paint all over it), and donned a leather skull cap and a pair of welding goggles, and called himself a Rogue Scientist. The girls wore pink and blue wigs, sparkly dresses, and ridiculous sunglasses. All set, we made our way towards Camden, getting more smiles and laughter than strange looks. A girl high-fived all five of us on the tube.
At Camden station we met Lorraine's sister (Who guessed that I was dressed as Ziggy Stardust!) and a few of her friends, and made our way to Koko, where we were joined by several more of her friends. Inside I struggled to deal with having the use of only one eye while we got something to drink. Before many people arrived, I was standing on the dancefloor when some guy approached me and said, "Mr. Bowie! It's an honour. I'd just like to congratulate you on a long, successful music career!". My friend's rogue scientist outfit got him a considerable amount of attention also, so it was pretty cool all around. I didn't get particularly drunk, but before long I was dancing like a twat, mostly because the music was so loud that it wasn't as if I had any choice. One of Lorraine's friends, an attractive Asian girl, danced with me several times, though when I told her that I was dressed as David Bowie, she didn't know who he was!
I looked a bit like this:
The night went on in pretty much this fashion, until we left at around 1:30am, and spent the next 45 minutes or so on an absurdly crowded night bus. I think I got about 5 and a half hours' sleep at most. Not one of your relaxing weekends.
I added the Asian girl as a friend on Facebook, and sent her a message complementing her on her dancing. Her response contained a mention of her boyfriend. Crap.
Little has happened since then. Although I may have cause to mention Nadia in my next post. Perhaps not. I don't know!