Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Cycling to work yesterday in a dream-like state, the sad realisation hit: my days as a party girl are officially over. I danced my way through university and my twenties, and as I stared brainlessly at the sky on Sunday during the garden part of my nap, I thought hopelessly of the million things I wanted to do. (Paint my front door, a ton of personal admin, venture out into the beautifully sunny day and DO something.) In short, I can't go out all night dancing like I used to. I have used up all my party tokens.
I've been facing this reality for a couple of years now, as I slid into partying semi-retirement. I moved house, from party central (east London) to the more sedate north London. I had a bit of a difficult transition period, when I realised popping out for a few drinks and a dance here and there wasn't as easy now that I couldn't walk home. And owning a flat doesn't help. I have an ongoing list of things I want to do around the house.
I have to face facts that I am now fully retired from the party. Although I will still be making special appearances on the circuit. Please stay in touch with me party friends. Just because I am unable to dance all night any longer, do not forsake me.
Here's an amazing tune that was played by my friend Dayo on Saturday. Love the bored voice the guy who sings this has. Bored voices in songs are my favourite. And the photo above is of the customary balloons at legendary party The Loft. Read about it here. Mind you, I'm listening to Mainline now and getting the urge to go out dancing. Hopeless. Is there a Disco Dancers Anonymous?
Mainline – Black Ivory