the sound of the underground.

back from an underground party.

i have a feeling by the time i come home i'll be advocating nurave/electric electro (music), after all that's pretty much the only kind they play here. before uk, i never would've been caught dead dancing to these beats, but now we groovin' like we just don't care! we simply shake it like a polaroid picture!

re: the 'underground' bit, i'm not reaaally stretching the truth, just hear me out. the houses here are constructed such that they're kinda tall and narrow, and all of them have basements. so you enter a house and straightaway you'll see this long and winding staircase down to the underground, which is where most parties are held - and very conducive/appropriate come to think of it.

i actually have a thing for them basements. i find them positively charming, except in winter - i wouldn't wanna be living in a basement during winter. i live on the 4th floor, and as it is i can't take the cold.

you've absolutely no idea what we had to do to get there; running through a deserted field (on an incline, it's harder than you think) that leads to school, doing crazy mid-air splits caught on isabelle's camera. then we walked and walked for the longest time - up and down hilly slopes.

didn't know anyone at the party, even though 3 different people invited us. mostly finnish peeps. went down into the basement, there was a DJ DJ-ing, obviously. started kicking balloons around like school children. there was a projector, projecting an image of two fat men and their bellies onto the wall, that was the weirdest thing i've ever seen. tried to take a photo, but the flash ruined it. plus we didn't even catch a glimpse of the finnish guy whose birthday party it was. pooh.

didn't stay long; manda was sick, plus we actually promised to leave much much earlier - like two hours overdue? i guess it's because we spent longer than expected having pre-party drinks at isabelle/madlen's place. wine. wine. cider. wine.

back in my flat now, never felt so starved in my life. i made a ham & cheese sandwich with my super cool sandwich maker then i cracked 2 eggs, chopped up half a tomato and luncheon meat for an omelette, after which i was still hungry - hence, the koka tom yam cup noodles. for some reason, maybe the alcohol, i felt like a thirsty camel after chowing down, i lapped up water from the tap, which i never do. ever.

that's what you get for drinking on an empty stomach.

i can tell how drunk i am. usually when i turn on spellcheck, there aren't that many spelling errors. oopsy daisy.