Sunday, December 11, 2005

Ouch

Ohgodithurts.

Drove to a party called Erisian Fields at about 2am last night. Got there in time to see Hallucinogen play a morning set, which rocked. My funny piece of paper was a bit stronger than expected - have realised that those particular little pieces of paper are perhaps not my friend (although now that it's just about over, there was some fun to be had... no, must be strong; remember the bad bits), and I am sore and sunburned and sore from dancing and the level of dirtiness was hitherto something not forthwith hithertoed to...

My brain is mush my skin is burned there is music in my head it was a gorgeous party... get this: looking for a place in the bushes to go pee, The Dreaded One and I came stumbling through the bushes (which had been decorated with strings and tiny, twinkling mirrors) to find this amazing enchanted clearing with soft green grass and little blue flowers and butterflies everywhere that landed on you and everything. It was really pretty.. And there was a big ostrich in a field which some had tried to make friends with, and survived to tell the story. Seriously, who tries to make friends with a huge angry looking bird in a field when its serenity has been crashed by hippie freaks and psytrance? Trippers.

More later. I have to go try to figure out a way of making the headmusic stop and the words to stop and everything to stop...

Brilliant party, just not sure it was worth the trouble. I don't think... look, I'll go into detail later. Okay? Good.

2 comments:

Bird said...

If I was there I would have said don't eat the funny bit of paper and you would have said ok and then grinned enigmatically and skipped off to speak to fairies singing tralala and put flowers in your hair like a lady and it all would have been ok.

Quick said...

You got that mostly right, except that whenever I put flowers in my hair, I do so in an undeniably masculine way. And you know it.