13 November - Party & Monsters

Ohmygod the best g/friend who lives abroad and who’s married to a man ten years her senior and v. straight (likes wine… but don’t we all), is on a rare w/end visit to London. I/we stalwart friends get a joint email saying she’ll be here on the Friday and she feels like being BAD.

A flurry of emails ensues between some of us (some are slow on the uptake or just not in front of a computer) and me and the boys start plotting. In the space of a few minutes we come up with: an art opening at 6pm, dinner at Shoreditch house, a gay show at the Vauxhaull tavern, BT doing a rare gig at Turnmills, and then a remaining all-nighter at her old flat which will probably require me finding a copy of our favourite 90’s come down record, ie. Mr William Orbit. No doubt the others who haven’t communicated yet will throw in their ideas and we’ll have too many and suffer from thinking that 12 hours are not enough. Half are old party monsters. Though in current terms nobody is as bad as Winehouse or Moss probably.

She’s so excited, to leave husband behind in small provincial town where nothing happens but work and I’m so excited that the BF may be visiting his mother that w/end because he’s as straight as dye (and my friend’s husband) and he won’t ‘get it’. Not like us who go back soooo many years and er.. have even shared beds in some permutations. This feels totally naughty and as usual it’s the expectation that’s the most exciting part. On the night we’ll probably flake out but for now it’s full on, we’ll do everything, go everywhere and we may meet new friends on the way.