21 October 2007

Manchester Party

I SAY:A sign of a good weekend out is the devastating aray of facial expressions displayed the following day.

A good friend of mine hosted two parties last night and the night before (friday and saturday). I met her during the week in Koffee Pot in Manchester's Northern Quarter, she told me about these parties she had been planning, and that half of the kids in the city would be there. She's one of those people that just knows everyone, living just by the Northern Quarter she gets free gig tickets, and an invite to everything in the city's subculture.

Friday's Electro Rave started the proceedings in the Oh-So-Posh apartment block just by Manchester's Victoria Station. The furniture and appliances were all gutted out with only walls, floors and the inticing smell of Vod to welcome you into the flat. What a night! Being a Nu Rave event, broken glowsticks carpeted the cig-but trodden carpet. The walls became a huge canvas, permanent markers, spraypaint and highlighters were used to create a massive arty array of messages and pictures. Mint. I became an absolute state of course, Vodka being the chosen bevvy. I can never gauge the correct side of the Anorexcally thin line between having a good time and being KO'd on a pavement, reliving the tastes of whatever food you'd just consumed in the hours before. But to be fair, being in your late teens, what more can you ask for except good music, good friends and a good drink.

Where drunken teenagers arrive, trouble naturally follows! But being a Wristband only event, the dicks that just love trashing things, weren't let in. And in a typically mancunian fashion the Apartment Block's security guard was soon won over to the youthful invasion with a few bottles of beer. The police were called, but were soon shooed away, they didn't return that night. I left around 2am. Work the next morning was hell. Kendal's Department Store is where I spend long weekend days, serving the Cheshire Set, the rich lot who treat you like you're a brown stain on their Jimmy Choos. I just had to keep thinking of how legendary after work would be.

Saturday's Rave was more of a classy affair. Slightly. The dress code was 1920's/1930's Masquerade theme. I nipped down to the Fancy Dress shop on the top floor of Affleck's Palace and picked up a simple black mask, donned a panic at the disco-esque waistcoat, some skinnies and a posh shirt. That did me grand. Same again really on Saturday as the night before, can't remember much. Got home at 3am. Work today was even more hellish.

Oh and she's having two more on friday and saturday of this week. My liver will crawl out of me screaming for remorse. Sack it, you're only young once, yeah?

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