I want to take the whole world with me on holiday.
My holiday would be based on important tenets crucial to life: chinese fireworks, labyrinthe saunas, opium, elaborately iced cakes, smores & woodsmoke, kisses that taste of champagne stolen under a starry sky, humorous casual violence, debaucherous blanketforts, epileptic belly laughs stoked by smart sly wit, and a whirlwind of sensory experience.
I would host - in a richly coloured paisley smoking jacket handwoven from soft silks and sporting an elaborate pair of sunglasses that looked like bizarre alien artifacts. I'd be tearing around like Puck - tossing the occasional bon mot, whipping up delicious impromptu snacks, lips stained with Pinot Noir from Burgundy, and keeping you all dancing until you pass out on a comically large pile of goosedown pillows.
I've taken a bet that's put me off various Epicurean delights for a month, and all I want to do is douse my raging fires in 1001 Bacchanalian nights in an outfit that's devastatingly non-ultramundane. But through deprivation one learns to experience one's body in new ways that can lead to interesting possibilities.
It's in these possibilities for now I will dwell, and finish my scripts so that one day I can take you dear reader, with your rich buttery handful of popcorn, on a holiday that will make you
swing and explode full tilt boogie to your next adventure.
My holiday would be based on important tenets crucial to life: chinese fireworks, labyrinthe saunas, opium, elaborately iced cakes, smores & woodsmoke, kisses that taste of champagne stolen under a starry sky, humorous casual violence, debaucherous blanketforts, epileptic belly laughs stoked by smart sly wit, and a whirlwind of sensory experience.
I would host - in a richly coloured paisley smoking jacket handwoven from soft silks and sporting an elaborate pair of sunglasses that looked like bizarre alien artifacts. I'd be tearing around like Puck - tossing the occasional bon mot, whipping up delicious impromptu snacks, lips stained with Pinot Noir from Burgundy, and keeping you all dancing until you pass out on a comically large pile of goosedown pillows.
I've taken a bet that's put me off various Epicurean delights for a month, and all I want to do is douse my raging fires in 1001 Bacchanalian nights in an outfit that's devastatingly non-ultramundane. But through deprivation one learns to experience one's body in new ways that can lead to interesting possibilities.
It's in these possibilities for now I will dwell, and finish my scripts so that one day I can take you dear reader, with your rich buttery handful of popcorn, on a holiday that will make you
swing and explode full tilt boogie to your next adventure.
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If you're not busy during the day Saturday, I can fit you in before 9pm. Otherwise, I think I'm all booked up. Space goes fast; book yours today!