yesterday, after i wrote that rather uninspired post i had some horrible, yet very boring and normal, family/home things happen and then i went to Chris's place where we pretty much did what we do when we are alone in our respective rooms halfway across the city from each other. but together and in the same room with short breaks for a comment/ hug/ food/ tea. which makes a huge fucking difference.
we were then unexpectedly invited to some house party and we bought some beer and rolled a joint and caught a bus.
so we ended up going to this lame party where some of our amusing friends were. yay. we smoked the joint walking up to the main door of the building and rang the door-communication-bell-thing, i take a drag as someone answers and Chris suddenly jumps up to it and says
- "Police!"
-*silence* *click*
i stare at him and he rings again quickly
-"no! its just me! Chri-!"
-*Click*
we look at each other, shrug and i give our friend who is at this party a call to tell her to let us in. (its freezing cold out there) This entire exchange has taken less than a minute... at the inner door we are met by some guy, who might have been the host or not, whatever. and only then does he realize that it really is only us. We walk into the middle of an eerily quiet party, because people are apparently HIDING. people managed to flush a substantial amount of weed down the toilet in that tiny amount of time.
god people are stupid.
turns out the entire party is a total of about 12 people, all but 4 of which are playing poker. with poker chips and a green felt table thingy and for money. .... seriously?
we found our friends (the 4 people not playing poker) in a room deeper in the apartment that was full of instruments like Mongolian violins, miniature banjos, lots of African drum things and guitars. Adam is cradling the banjo and plucking randomly to the beat of whatever strange electronic music is coming from the computer speakers.
there were some amusing moments when we lost 2 of our group to poker and just 4 of us played silly songs from J's ipod and we danced like strange, retarded, stoned and tipsy prehistoric birds. or something.
when everyone had lost their boring money and thier boring poker game was over (there was a girl in a pink and blue, leopard-print, cowboy hat) they decided that what we needed to do was to go up the street to the opening party of OSiR. so we did. when we got there we stopped and stared in amazement because we hadnt known it was possible to pack SO MANY boring hipster trash people into such a small space. Some of them were spilling out into the freezing night and all of them looked like they needed a punch in the face.
we stayed outside and drank the beer we had left over.
we hazarded going inside where we got to have sweaty, pudgy, hipsters press against us as they danced and we stared in horror. we started imitating some people we saw who were shrieking in delight at having found each other in the crowd. Suddenly another friend of ours who hadnt come there with us appeared and we shrieked a lot at her.
long story short, we became endeared by this foreign atmosphere of dancing, the clips of Faster Pussycat Kill Kill that were being projected onto the back wall and the 60's dance music (punctuated by guns and roses
and 'walk this way'); we ended up staying. and dancing. dancing like the most uncouth, uninhibited, un cultured country folk. and it was fun. we disturbed a lot of the people there. we made more space to dance. we were a large group of idiots spoiling the party for some people.
satisfying.
not as good as punching.
Chris and i suddenly stopped all that disgusting nonsense and quickly and quietly left. The air was sharp. we went to the only 24h food place in the center of Warsaw, Mcdonalds. and we went off on our separate, lonely, metro journeys back home.
i have the feeling of having wasted a large amount of time and spent more money than it was worth, in a slightly entertaining way.
Mostly, the lesson of the night was: Stupid people are stupid.
but we all knew that already
we were then unexpectedly invited to some house party and we bought some beer and rolled a joint and caught a bus.
so we ended up going to this lame party where some of our amusing friends were. yay. we smoked the joint walking up to the main door of the building and rang the door-communication-bell-thing, i take a drag as someone answers and Chris suddenly jumps up to it and says
- "Police!"
-*silence* *click*
i stare at him and he rings again quickly
-"no! its just me! Chri-!"
-*Click*
we look at each other, shrug and i give our friend who is at this party a call to tell her to let us in. (its freezing cold out there) This entire exchange has taken less than a minute... at the inner door we are met by some guy, who might have been the host or not, whatever. and only then does he realize that it really is only us. We walk into the middle of an eerily quiet party, because people are apparently HIDING. people managed to flush a substantial amount of weed down the toilet in that tiny amount of time.
god people are stupid.
turns out the entire party is a total of about 12 people, all but 4 of which are playing poker. with poker chips and a green felt table thingy and for money. .... seriously?
we found our friends (the 4 people not playing poker) in a room deeper in the apartment that was full of instruments like Mongolian violins, miniature banjos, lots of African drum things and guitars. Adam is cradling the banjo and plucking randomly to the beat of whatever strange electronic music is coming from the computer speakers.
there were some amusing moments when we lost 2 of our group to poker and just 4 of us played silly songs from J's ipod and we danced like strange, retarded, stoned and tipsy prehistoric birds. or something.
when everyone had lost their boring money and thier boring poker game was over (there was a girl in a pink and blue, leopard-print, cowboy hat) they decided that what we needed to do was to go up the street to the opening party of OSiR. so we did. when we got there we stopped and stared in amazement because we hadnt known it was possible to pack SO MANY boring hipster trash people into such a small space. Some of them were spilling out into the freezing night and all of them looked like they needed a punch in the face.
we stayed outside and drank the beer we had left over.
we hazarded going inside where we got to have sweaty, pudgy, hipsters press against us as they danced and we stared in horror. we started imitating some people we saw who were shrieking in delight at having found each other in the crowd. Suddenly another friend of ours who hadnt come there with us appeared and we shrieked a lot at her.
long story short, we became endeared by this foreign atmosphere of dancing, the clips of Faster Pussycat Kill Kill that were being projected onto the back wall and the 60's dance music (punctuated by guns and roses
and 'walk this way'); we ended up staying. and dancing. dancing like the most uncouth, uninhibited, un cultured country folk. and it was fun. we disturbed a lot of the people there. we made more space to dance. we were a large group of idiots spoiling the party for some people.satisfying.
not as good as punching.
Chris and i suddenly stopped all that disgusting nonsense and quickly and quietly left. The air was sharp. we went to the only 24h food place in the center of Warsaw, Mcdonalds. and we went off on our separate, lonely, metro journeys back home.
i have the feeling of having wasted a large amount of time and spent more money than it was worth, in a slightly entertaining way.
Mostly, the lesson of the night was: Stupid people are stupid.
but we all knew that already
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