I do adore a fabulous party.
But the lengths one has to go to get into a good party these days are unbelievable.
Tomorrow I will be completing an entire triathlon, just to get to the party.
Life is a party, here are my adventures..
Ede Kane at The Party
There was a jukebox at this particular party.
A rental.
Her younger brothers, with their dyed-black, greasy hair scraped across their red, crusty eyes, kept cueing up a myriad of sounds trying to be songs which were all about how much the world hates them and parents are cruel and no-one understands them.
Darling, you wear bad, black eyemake-up, die your hair intermittently green and mushroom, grunt at passers-by and purchase your clothes from barely-functioning business professing to sell “psychobilly” garments.
I don’t understand you either.
I stood up tall in front of them.
No more. This is a party you self-involved ignoramus.
I cued The Kinks.
Because I party all day and all of the night and that is how I roll.
A rental.
Her younger brothers, with their dyed-black, greasy hair scraped across their red, crusty eyes, kept cueing up a myriad of sounds trying to be songs which were all about how much the world hates them and parents are cruel and no-one understands them.
Darling, you wear bad, black eyemake-up, die your hair intermittently green and mushroom, grunt at passers-by and purchase your clothes from barely-functioning business professing to sell “psychobilly” garments.
I don’t understand you either.
I stood up tall in front of them.
No more. This is a party you self-involved ignoramus.
I cued The Kinks.
Because I party all day and all of the night and that is how I roll.
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