Magic it t'was, yes. When brightly clothed bodies walk through the doors of HOUSE 1 FLAT 6.
Rewind..
Thursday - 8 Missed calls from Roisin Linton, shit..
Later on Thurday - 24 Missed calls from Roisin Linton, shit..
Thursday, text from R.L - "Daisy, pet, way aye, pet, I got RADIO ONE BIG WKND FESTIVAL TICKETS. I'm taking you fer yer berfdeeee. Pet."
English translation : Daisy, hun, hey, hun. I've got some Radio One's Big Weekend, Festival tickets. I'm taking you on a journey to Hackney. Where there is The Wally Foster Community Centre. Joy. For your Birthday, if you didn't guess.
So, in short.. My plan for this weekend was to celebrate, early, my birthday. Then Rossssioin ruins all that, by going and getting RADIO 1 BIG WKND Tickets.
Do I abandon my plans of Priory Park and jammin'?
Of course I do, it's R1BW!!
So, got through Friday with Andre, story-telling/impro/shiz.
Friday night? Spliff with guys & dolls. Think about sleeping. Get excited for R1BW!! Texting Roisin, asking her what she will wear. She doesn't text back. Hoe.
Saturday morning, I'm up at 7:22am, sun through my window, cliche, cliche. Up I get, shower, teeth, spray, towel, not in this order, cuppa, wash hands, roll, wash hands, light, sit.
I'm awake, you've gathered? And Bert', Laurens and Ollie are outside my window... bla-ha-azing.. So, we talk through the glass of my student window about the day, and how day will turn into night, and then when that night comes, we'll rejoice. Dance.
They left to get McDonald's Breakfast before going to Clifftown to sing or some shit.
I rolled. Lit. Sat. Waited.
Listened to PassionPit, sweet.
Blew my little nose, crinkled.
Thought about how excited I was to be on the guestlist, yes, the guestlist, encore. Thanks, that's the guestlist at R1BW!! Boon.
Packed little rucksack, full of little things, and a grey rain-mac. Put DMartens on. Tie LACES. Don't want to trip now do we?
Texteded R.Linton, asked if she was awake.
She replied : "Yeee!"
Me : "Woo!"
She replied : "Ok, please done get more stoned or I will be totes sober and that will be no fun. X"
Me : "Get, up, 'n, go."
I packed my Passport, proof of I.D. Just incases.
Put a coat on, not mine, someone else's. Blue.
Looked back at my room, nodded, and said "See you tonight. Get ready. Be prepared."
I said that to my room.
I left my room at about 9:48, and shortly after that, I recieved a text from R.Linton, it read "We're running ahead of schedge'."
Oh.
Chill. Shades on. Room locked. Walking down le corridor. Out the front door, broken, into sunshine.
Knock on Roisin's flat, knock again. No answer. Tap foot. Sound of door opening. Out comes Rosh' in a t-shirt and knickers. Ace.
Sit in Rosh' room, explaining to her why my outfit resembles an explorer. Tarzan's Jane's Dad from Tarzan, style. She giggles.
She says :" You know, I stood in me showa, earlier, and I wiz jist thinkin', "I'm gonna be alone, forever." "
I laughed.
She'll be the crazy old virgin with a 'tache.
She slips on some clothing, WUTANGCLAN Tee. Leopard print wellington booties. We put her items into my bag, and agree to take it in turns to carry said bag.
Off we go.. to the wrong train station. Where are we going? Stratford. What train station did we need to go to? Victoria. What train station did we go to? Central.
Fuck it, with croissants, coffee, choc-dips, pombears, and happiness in our hands, we boarded the train at central and planned to get off at West Ham.
So there we were, on the train, talking, laughing, discussing, conversationing, on our way to R1BW!
........... >:|
We missed West Ham. We forgot to get off. We arrived at Tower Hill. Got back on a train to West Ham, and got off at West Ham. Idiots.
We arrived, somehow, finally, at long last, in Hackney. Along with trainfulls of other welly-wearing, cider-drinking, festival ticket holders. We were flustered, as we had to get there by 12:30 to get our tickets!! GUEST TICKETS.
We arrived at 12:34, bollocks.
We followed hundreds of loud-mouthed, cinder-drinking, hooligans. Some of which were wearing onesies... to a festival.. onesies.
I bought some chips. We ate the chips. We rolled a cigarette. We smoked the cigarette.
Some time went by...
Then, and only then did we realise we had forgotten to get cash out.
We needed £10 for donation to get into the festival.
We sighed and called ourselves fools for not having thought.
We had to fucking walk, in the sun, a good mile, before deciding to hop in a taxi and ask the chap to take us to a cashpoint. He ended up letting us only pay him £10, even though it came to £10.80. What a mighty fine man.
As we sat on the grass, waiting for our tickets, we saw some sights;
One man, wearing lipgloss and a grey tracksuit with fake bullet holes printed everywhere. Standard.
One mighty big mumma, wearing a neon pink tank top.
Some drunkards, and a boy with incredible hair and buck teeth.
Eventually, after queueing for a little while, we were in!!
Guest area!!
Straight to the bar for a cider or two!!
Who did we see?
Oh just Nick Grimshaw, That cunt from T.O.W.I.E, and two people from Eastenders.
No biggy, but we were chilling with some pretty big names.
We managed to see Rizzle Kicks, Ed Sheeran, The Vaccines, The Maccabees and someone else, I forget.
Sweet as hell.
After a few ciders, seeing some sick bands/acts, and walking around holding my gal's hand, we headed home, where we'd be greeted by a night of fun.
As we sat on the train, tired eyed, sleepy soul'd and coffee-craving, we spoke about needing a poo.
We got into Victoria Station, I had a poo in the train station toilets and explained to Rosh why it is they had UV lighting in the toilets. You learn something new every now and again.
We pootled home, the big block colour building greeted us.
I said "see you in about 10." to Roisin, and walked across the dark, quiet courtyard, to my flat.
I opened my front door to find Gabby and Ellie, sticking up signs -
"You're here to PARTY!"
big SMILE.
:)
I got big hugs from them both, and as I walked further into my flat, down the corridor, I saw toy story wrapping paper and a giant castle, stuck to the walls... and then in the kitchen - balloons, banners, lamp, lights dimmed, iPod playing!
Time to :
Shower
Time to :
Dry
Time to :
Put clothes on
Time to :
P.A.R.T.Y.
Into Ellies room.
Say "Hi" to girls.
Find candy.
Nice.
People entered the flat and threw some hugs at me. I threw some back.
THE NIGHT BEGINS
OK, so this is where I have to admit, I don't actually remember much from the night..
I mean, I remember bits... like who was there and such... but details?... nah.
It was the come-down day that really made me smile!!
I crawled out of bed, pupils still huge, to a text from DJ
DJ SAYS : Did I leave my thumb thing at yours last night?xx
ME : Yes, it freaked me the fuck out when I woke up and it was on my desk!!
DJ SAYS : Sweet, can I come get it?
Before the sweet man arrived, somewhat later in the day, all this happened :
After crawling out of bed, it was time for traditional family breakfast - Bertie, as usual, playing the role of housewife. He made his way to Sainsbury's to purchase some bread and butter.
When he got back we began to eat said bread..
As I was tucking in to my marmite on toast, Jane, Lucy and Ellie moved all sneaky like, to one of the cupboards...
I was blissfully unaware that they were about to sing happy birthday and present me with a chocolate cake and bottle of Starbucks Caramel Drizzle! SWEEETTTT!!
This made me smile.
We converesed at the breakfast table, and noted that the kitchen had survived pretty well after such a heavy night.
Then we watched Mean Girls, COULD IT GET ANY BETTER!? The answer, of course, is no. I was so content, sitting all wrapped up with my two girls.
DJ eventually came around to collect his 'thumb thing', and ended up staying for a fair amount of time -
Enough time to 'pimp my spongebob'..
BEFORE
AFTER
Well, I think we did pretty well. He looks kinda smart now.
We ended up doing the McFlurry run for everyone..
Because that's just what you need on a come-down isn't it?
DJ made a long McFlurry list on his phone, and feeling rather fragile, we set off in the blazing sun to collect said MCFLURRRRRIES.
The weekend ended with a cup of tea, a spliff and a smile.
Thankyou for an incredible weekend everyone.
By God, this blog has taken me far too long to write.
Oh yeah - this also happened
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