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dotinthesky) wrote2007-06-24 01:01 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2007-06-24 01:01 pm
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Dance the Boat Down to its Disco Grave
Yesterday was Buttoned Down Disco's Midsummer Eve boat party. I don't remember the last time I went to a BD Disco party; must have been years ago. DJ Dollyrocker still plays the same tunes, but that didn't bother me last night. I was just happy to bring together my new brasilian friends in town (Ricardo, Lila, Vinicius) with some old friends I hadn't seen in a long time (Silke, Claire, Pritti, Andy). The fact that we were on the guest list and were ushered in like V.I.P. only added to the night's enjoyment.
The boat was moored not too far away from Vauxhall tube station. Two understaffed and crowded bars, plus a rickety floorboard (that made my heart thump everytime the crowd jumped), made for uncomfortable times on the dancefloor. The water lapping against the windows never seemed too far away (except in the early hours of the morning, when the tide was low and we realized how safely grounded we were.)
Cameras flashed here and there, and I may have looked startled and ancient in some of the photos; perhaps the owner of the boat, playing the bouncer outside, was the only person older than me. I still had the energy though to dance through the dodgiest mash-ups, under a constant drip of sweat, in & out of cigarette smoke. We took our breaths and breaks on the cramped deck.
A triptych of Suede, The Cure and The Smiths played just as we were leaving, 1.30 a.m. The God of Buses was kind and we didn't have to wait too much for our double-deckers. When we got home, Kevin wipped some eggs and ham into a deliciously spontaneous omelette. Head, pillow, sleep.
The boat was moored not too far away from Vauxhall tube station. Two understaffed and crowded bars, plus a rickety floorboard (that made my heart thump everytime the crowd jumped), made for uncomfortable times on the dancefloor. The water lapping against the windows never seemed too far away (except in the early hours of the morning, when the tide was low and we realized how safely grounded we were.)
Cameras flashed here and there, and I may have looked startled and ancient in some of the photos; perhaps the owner of the boat, playing the bouncer outside, was the only person older than me. I still had the energy though to dance through the dodgiest mash-ups, under a constant drip of sweat, in & out of cigarette smoke. We took our breaths and breaks on the cramped deck.
- Best song on the dancefloor: Daft Punk's "One More Time"
- Best song I missed because I was stuck in the deck's corner: Kylie Minogue's "Better The Devil You Know"
- Most annoying song with bad New Year Eve's memories attached to it: Junior Senior's "Move Your Feet"
A triptych of Suede, The Cure and The Smiths played just as we were leaving, 1.30 a.m. The God of Buses was kind and we didn't have to wait too much for our double-deckers. When we got home, Kevin wipped some eggs and ham into a deliciously spontaneous omelette. Head, pillow, sleep.
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