the flat is still pretty much a disaster from saturday night’s flatwarming party which celebrated the arrival of new flatmates steve and adam. I had envisioned something along the lines of a chilled get-together, with people sitting around chatting and some music in the background. I mean, we didn’t invite that many people and I figured because of the timing people would just stop by for a bit before going out clubbing or something.

to my delight, the first person to arrive was little mark. we chatted for a while and I soaked up the sexual tension [erm, I mean chemistry] like a paper towel wiping up a spilled drink. by 8:30 the usual crew [michael, greg, mark] had shown up. greg made an absolutely amazing magic punchbowl… talk about delicious! fresh peaches, and about 20 other tasty ingredients made it an absolute hit, and eventually shifted the party into high gear.

as was to be expected, at 9pm just about everyone else showed up. my old american fling seth and incredibly entertaining xavior, my old flatmate felix with his aussie boyf mark, my delightful landlord charlie and his boyf steve, flatmate steve’s friend ed, my lovely second-cousin andrew and a smattering of others. the music got cranked up, all the windows were opened, and people crammed out onto the balcony to debauch.

eventually adam got home from work with a handful of his musical mates. at this point, the lights were low, the candles carefully placed, and the soundtrack optimized. a few people danced, most people stood and I began to have slight flashbacks to the last proper party we threw, which was the birthday bash for greg and myself when I lived on castro street in san francisco.

if I knew it was going to be a party  party, I would’ve invited more peeps. around 1am or so it was pretty obvious that “love is in the air”, and like noah’s ark, there went the animals, two by two. a few surprises, and the remainder of us stayed up till 7ish chatting and nodding off and getting stuck to the floor.

of course, there are photos. .

i woke up after a few hours of sleep and dealt with my own personal dramas and issues by having a delightful full english breakfast in the middle of finsbury park, right next to the duck pond, followed by a few hours of contemplative sunbathing.