||[Jul. 24th, 2006|02:20 am]
Ich heisse Super Fantastisch
Livejournal, the medium of 2004. Why on this Sunday night have I choosen to revisit such a blast from the past? Other websites can only hold interest for so long, tonight I feel like writing, and writing, and writing.
This is my second night sleeping in my own bed in about a week and already I'm feeling lonely and craving social interaction. I get mild comfort from refreshing my lastfm profile (of all things) and seeing that niall hewitt is listening to the same kind of dirty electro as myself halfway across the city.
I have no job, I have no summer plans other than visiting Clare in London and having as much lalted up fun as possible this summer without dying before I move away to Bristol. Yes, this has been and continues to be the summer of excess. It's terrible I know to be out every night spending my university reserves, but like last summer I have already met a good number of really cool partypeople. Johnny Farry, I've known him since school but have only really started to hang out since he moved back from Bristol and he's bloody great. I never fail to have a fucking riot when Johnny's about. Louise is amazing. I really like Louise, she's always up for a good time. I only wish I met her twelve months ago! This weekend we decided to get out of Belfast, we were going to go to a rave up on Rathlin Island, but the organisers decided to take underpublicising the event to the extreme and no one could even tell us whether it was even on or not. So, on a whim we caught the bus to Dublin, stayed with Louise's sister (who is, incidently, the coolest sister on the planet) and went out and partied all night long. Angie, Niall and myself gave up the ghost at 5.30am and Louise, her sister and her wonderful Serbian friend Tijana finally went home at around 7.30. Needless to say I am completely knackered, but I shall carryon listening to electro house and writing in here because I am still lonely.
We ended up in this huge club called Pug or Pogo or something where one room was bangin techno, one room was 80s and the other room was something else altogether. From what I recall, it was enjoyable enough. A poppers fiend named Alberto kept reappearing throughout the night, thrusting his jar around us before completely disappearing again. Oh yeah, everyone in Dublin is foreign!! Tijana ended up with "the first goodlooking guy" she had seen to date on her visit to Ireland and he was German!!! Says alot for us doesn't it?!!
Through some tenious link we ended up going back to this party full of young lawyers. We stood out like a sore thumb, all these young professionals in their late twenties dressed up to the nines in their party dresses and then there's us, the sweaty club kids, all fucking neon colours, ripped fishnets and hacked up t-shirts. We almost got thrown out when we started a dancefloor:
'party' hostess & friend: "Excuse me, but do you know anyone who owns this house?"
us: "ummm, no...."
them: "so why are you here? who invited you?"
It got resolved in the end. We were allowed to stay, but Angie and I were sobering up and never felt quite comfortable. You could just feel the hostile vibes. Louise on the other hand (far from sober) was loving it. God it all seems so surreal now while I'm thinking back, we where there less than 24 hours ago!
It was a beautiful walk back to Noleen's though, daybreak, blue skies. We slept till the afternoon then got up, walked around Dublin, bumped into Tijana's German (what are the chances eh?!!), had a picnic at Trinity and then got the bus back home. Johnny should get back fromBristol soon. I look forward to our next electro laltcore maximus night on the town. This week we have Oppenheimer on Wednesday, The Japanese Popstars on Thursday and Hot Chip, The Rapture and Kasibian on Friday (if I manage to get a ticket). Next week we're in to August, London, Brighton and so much in Belfast that it's never before seemed to good to live in this city.