Alex A's Party

Juicelog Fri 170306: Alex A has got a new pad in Old Street and it is funky. A tiny gang of us (Cynthia, Paedo, Claire and Robaroo) swung by EC1 tonight for his birthday / housewarming bash. Invited one of my work colleagues (David M, who I’ve never hung out with socially) to the party as well. Seeing as he lived around the corner from Alex’s place I thought it would be good to get to know him in a non work setting – I got the impression David now thinks I’m a bit of a disco junkie.

Absolutely loved the layout of Alex’s place as it was an office that Alex and rocker Dave had converted into their home. It was not the easiest place to locate but Disco Michal guided us as were lucky enough to have bumped into him at the tube station. Walking through the front door takes you onto a flight of steps which leads you up to a fairly big courtyard overlooking steel piped roofing of the adjacent buildings. This was what I considered to be the main focus of their flat. Am looking forward to the summer sunshine as their courtyard would be perfect for cocktails and smoky barbeques.

Whilst we were in the toilet (all my current encounters seem to stem from the frickin bogs) we tried to get Claire to try out a new physical experience as she has never had experimented before. For those of you that have never met this 26yo funky and extremely sexy brummie lass, she is definitely one raver that knows how to party hard. She has been and is still a regular Ibiza attendee and has been to variety of raves across the clubbing spectrum. We both like good music and admire very similar DJ’s.

Claire assertively did not submit to my proposition. Her justification was based on the grounds that she knew that once she had tried something that felt so good, she knew she would want to revisit that same experience again. And for this reason alone she was content with not knowing and not going beyond her current series of human experiences. It was an interesting idea because it got me thinking about the extent of my addictive personality. Back in the days I was once like Claire and was able to get high on the music, the vibe of the crowd with a modicum of alcohol. Currently I can still manage this but to sustain it for long periods of time is practically unattainable. Extending a night out (or in my case stretching out the Sunday afternoons) requires a major investment of energy and there is only so much my body will allow me to withdraw. My overdrafts always seems to come to the rescue but is it time that I really start thinking more about the butt-breaking punishment of the repayments and put my creative focus to a better use?