Last year Sarah and I threw a house party and we had Fight Club's Marla Singer, Roy Liechtenstein's Crying Lady, Super Cunt the Super Villain, Clockwork Orange and Joaquin Phoenix join us for drinks- and they all looked the spitting image! It was a party to end parties and I will never forget it.
Since moving back to the UK I compare everything to BCN and I spend a lot of my time feeling nostalgic and miserable that I have let my life of fun, freedom and parties behind and replaced it with a life that some how feels less, well, enjoyable I suppose. This is something I need to work on; and I think I have found a very effective remedy that will get me through this difficult transition. In a broad sense, it will involve me having all the fun I can with the people here who I know and love and who I know love me too. Friday night marked the beginning of the rest of my life...I think. Barcelona is my favorite city, but London most certainly gave it a run for it's money this weekend! Do you know why? Nothing to do with the city really, it's to do with the people with whom I surround myself with. I miss my BCN gypsies like crazy all the time, but on Friday I was lucky enough to have the one and only Poppie Cullen by my side and it was simply magical to introduce her to everyone from London; a union of
super powers.
Carousel & Chivaree Circus always put on life changing events, but The Rocky Horror Ride stood apart for me as one of the best raves I have ever been to and I feel incredibly proud to say that I am acquainted with those that were responsible for putting on such a fabulous performance for all of the party-goers this weekend (plus they did it two nights back to back- Friday and Saturday-now that is commitment to the world of party!). Massive congratulations, I am in awe of all of you.
The venue, under the arches of a bridge in the center of the city (possibly London Bridge...I never know where the hell I am London) was fully decked out between two rooms, half crazy, luxurious boudoir half weird science lab; old school T.V from the movie, boar heads, red silk lampshades to name few cheeky details! All of the characters from the Rock Horror Show were represented by amazing actors who performed scenes and songs from the movie intermittently throughout the night. Beautiful burlesque, flawless acrobatics, awe inspiring aerial performances, high energy fire twirling and of course classic The Time Warp were all included! There were several different live bands as well as UH-MAY-ZING DJ's who played all the best drum and base, swing, break beat remixes of all the good songs that have ever existed. It was one of those nights where you really need to go to the loo or the bar but you can't leave until the song ends...then the next one is just as brilliant!The night was hosted by Dr. Frank N. Furter who was quite simply one of the most fabulous, raunchy Queens I had ever seen. He had the crowd in fits of laughter as he pranced up and down the ramp. At one point he shouted to the official photographer to "Get the fucking photo! Get the fucking photo!" as he dropped down to touch his toes ( he was wearing little more than arse-less chaps and a feather boa) then jumped up and straight back down to the floor into the full splits! "I bet you've never seen anyone give the floor an infection before!" he drawled as he got to his feet and exited the stage - "I'm off to find a straight man to rape!" What a legend.
Absolutely everyone who came to the party made a huge effort to dress appropriately for the evening. There were lots of sexy maids, gold top hats, drag queens all based around the movie as well as loads of bondage, nudity,lingerie, creepy clowns and general glitter clad specimens. It was simply sensational and everyone was really complimentary of one and other. I told one guy who was just in his boxers, covered in glitter and string of lime green fairy lights wrapped around him how epic he looked. He gave me a massive hug and said how grateful he was for the compliment because he had been feeling really self conscious all night because he was worried he was too skinny to go topless! Madness! He looked lush! It makes me happy to see people feeling liberated and free to just wear what they want, even if it is 'taboo' or 'risky'... Halloween gives people the courage to let it all hang out :)
My costume, although it was awesome, wasn't particularly out there; I was just excited to be blonde for the night, wear black eye contacts and stick gold stars to my face. I think the whole thing came together pretty well and I ADORED my handmade purple tutu which Popz made for me (it took her 6 hours to make and it is the fluffiest and most wonderful tutu in all the land and I shall treasure it forever). I saw a girl across the room from me with the same gold sparkly leotard as me and I am thrilled to report that when we noticed the double wardrobe situation we didn't snarl at one and other, we mouthed compliments and shared information about buying it on Ebay for £9.99. Girl on girl compliments from strangers; can be very hard to achieve, not at The Rocky Horror!
Poppie was arguably the bravest in the group. Her costume consisted of white fluffy nipple tassels, purple feather eyelashes black tutu, suit jacket and a can of hair spray. She looked like an actual superstar and I think everyone should have the same attitude to life as Poppie does. Carefree, positive and fun loving. It is quite simple when you think about it.
Josh, Simon and Charlie all made lovely ladies in their negligees, leather skirts,feather boas, fish nets and doc martins! Beth and Emma added a touch of class to the evening with peacock feathers, and sexy black corsets.Will wore an amazing tartan suit but got a little bit fresh a little bit early on in the night and lost his jacket with all his worldly possessions in the pockets. Phone, wallet, keys and passport. Fuck. If we were in Barcelona you would have to kiss goodbye to that lot the minute it left your sight. Not at the Rocky Horror Show. His jacket with every thing in it was kept safe by the organizers and returned to him the following night. See, there are some good, kind, thoughtful people left in the world who aren't just out to take advantage of you and rob your shit.
The night wrapped up at 6:00 am and we dragged our aching drunken bodies outside into the morning light, always a bit of a painful moment. Luckily we were only a short bus ride away from home. Simon got stared at aggressively by some early morning bus folk; they didn't appreciate his negligee; I passed out on Poppie for the duration of the journey.
I slept until 1:00 pm on the airbed in the living room, then we ordered pizza and I ate it under my duvet surrounded by the best people in the world,also in their PJ's,also eating pizza. I think it was one of the happiest moments of my life. Life giving pizza to cure all manor of hangover. We sat there for the entire day, debriefing the night before, filling in the gaps, laughing at the horrendous photos and talking about life,love and the universe. I felt really safe and loved and snugly.
The story gets a bit sad now.
I had to meet Poppie at Liverpool Street Station at 7:30. To say goodbye. It was shit. Really, really shit. I felt numb and spaced out and words cannot express how much I will miss her. I have already spent a lot of my time missing her, but Australia is as far away as someone can go from here and I am not sure how I will deal with it to be honest. In saying that, we didn't make a big deal about it, we just laughed a lot and drank fruit frappes (with no real fruit in them) at the station. I cried all the way down the platform after she left and a really nice girl asked if I was OK and I explained that I just had to say goodbye to one of my best friends and I don't know when I will see her again. She understood because her best mate just moved to America. I have said so many fucking goodbyes to awesome people recently, it is so draining and rank. All I can say is thank God for Skype, Whatsapp and Facebook. I know technology is a ball ache and social media is taking over the world as we know it, but I really do love to keep in touch and know how everyone is. If anyone ever wants to make my day, send me a postcard. I still consider that the best form of communication.
Even though I am separated from a lot of people who make me feel complete, I am incredibly privileged to have been reunited to those that I have been missing and missed by in the UK. I have the best friends in the entire world and I would be lost without them.
So Happy Halloween to all of you! Sending you love, glitter,rainbows and positive vibes always and forever! Love you <3
Roll on the next party, the next concert, the next play, the next pint, the next cup of tea, the next walk on the beach, the next life chat, the next dinner, the next meeting of minds.
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