Birthday Extravaganza

Thanks to everyone who helped make the weekend truly awesome. I had a brilliant time.

Friday night was the "classic night" of the Lincoln Lounge and Popstarz. The only different is we actually manage to take over the sofa section at the back of the lounge. There was much drinking and merry making.

Stuart gave me these cool George W Bush dress-up magnets (all proceeds go to charities hurt by republican reforms!), W David made me a hard house compilation with loads of hoovers (which I love!) and I got many other lovely things.

Popstarz was great. The beautiful thing about a birthday is that people ply you with drinks. I was pretty hammered by the end. I told off some tackly little chavette who tried to jump in cloak room queue in front of us (the queues are massive this time of year) once we got to the front. After some bickering her ugly-over-eyelinered-miss-piggy-chubby-face got sent to the back of the queue with her little chav mate.

Dean bought me a tequila shot, which I had to do on MY OWN :-( but I loved it really.

The only tragedy was when my purse broke and I lost my disposable camera somewhere in the indie room. Sadness.

But I did get a Chicks on Speed cd during the give away.Hurrah.

Saturday

Richard invited myself, Stuart and Steven for dinner at his place. We watched Girls Aloud on Ant and Dec's Saturday Night Take Away and looked forward to seeing them at Wembley in May. Naturally, it all dissolved into a Kylie fest as we listened, discussed and pondered all things Kylie. We also looked through Madonna's Sex book, and played indie singles from the 90s (remember Sylvie by St. Etienne anyone??)

We went to Motherfucker Upstairs@thegarage because Motormark were playing. There was some Glaswegian band that took themselves far too seriously on stage. They also kinda forgot to write lyrics for some of their songs. BORING.

Motormark themselves rocked and gave a high-octane performance. I did get hit by a mic stand but I was ok. It was cool.

I was knackered though and couldn't get into the rest of the night. The smoke in the room made my eyes water so I had to leave earlier than planned.

Sunday

Ah, Sunday.

I had a major bagel craving.

I went David and Albert's (but Albert wasn't there) for a pre-DTPM chill out. Chill indeed. It was terribly windy and horrible outside, and the living room was freezing. Bryan and Lloyd were also there.

We made our way to Fabric after I moaned about bagels and Lloyd showed us his new underpants. I needed to get some Wheat Crunchies, which abated my bagel needs.

We were met by Nathan, Jason and Steve (whom I'd met at Trade on New Year's Day). There was also Gary, Steve's flatmate who looked trashed all night but was quite sweet.

DTPM was AWESOME. It was rammed, and Fabric is a big club. I don't know what these people do for a living that they can cane it on a Sunday night til 5am. I had to take annual leave.

The music was tougher and edgier than the last time I went to DTPM (admittedly it was 2002). Malcolm Duffy did an absolutely mind-blowing set that had us nearly exploding all over the dance floor. Powerful, powerful stuff. I also enjoyed Ariel's tough tribal house. I know Lisa German was in the funky room, and the guy that followed her was also superb.

The most surprising bit of the evening was running into Pedram who has dropped out of ballet school and will instead begin studying Bio Medicine in the fall. WAcKY! (David couldn't cope this knowledge so decided not to accept it.)

We were buzzing once DT ended-and even though it was 5am it seemed far too soon. I was somehow convinced to go to Orange at Fire in Vauxhall. After I found my trousers (long story. they weren't in my bag when I checked it out of the cloak room), we hopped in a cab and flew through the city, over London Bridge and into South London. Bryan and David (and I interjected) argued about the Smiths and Morrissey all the way.

There was quite a q at Orange (again...5:30am, Monday morning, what do these people do during the day??) and by the time I got to the front I decided I was being silly and went home. Luckily the tube was running. Unluckily my kidneys kicked in and I had to get of at King's Cross to use the toilet and took the bus home from there.

There were people on their way to work, and here I was a club kid coming down and going to bed....ah I wish it were so every Sunday night/Monday morning...