Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Twisted Heaven
Last Saturday was the Hed Kandi Twisted Heaven party. We "party animals" were encouraged to go in costume as "angels" or "demons". Since I had already cancelled my contract with Satan and returned my pointy finger of doom, I decided to go as an angel. In black, of course.
Actually what happened was this: on receiving Cydne's email, Van jumped up and down clapping her hands (as you do) and announced, "let's dress up as angels!" We then promptly forgot about it for two weeks. On the day itself, she agonized for about a half hour between boots and sandals, not sure which made her look more like Tilda Swinton from Constantine. (Well, OK, the Angel Gabriel from Constantine sounds cooler. Only she (Gabriel, not my girlfriend) turned out to be psychotic and had her wings burned off...) Which meant we had no time to go out and actually buy/rent/steal a decent costume. Good thing Stanley Fu called and helped me get a pair of wings. As Stan was all in white, we looked rather cool/sad, if you ask me/anyone else.
We got to Koko at 10pm after a fantastic Thai dinner at Fe and Romke's (more on that story, next time. My break is only so long), and I was pleasantly surprised that the usual mix of crappy, tight venue + overpriced drinks had been replaced by overpriced entrance + really fantastic venue + even more incredible music. Having never been to a HEd Kandi event before, I might just forego the Friday night pissups for these all singing, all dancing parties instead.
The view from the balcony after two rum & cokes.
Koko was built on the bones of an old theater in Camden High Street and so had incredible views from the balcony, plus lots of carpeted dancing space (oh so good when you've been moving for four hours straight). There were couches and tables on the top level, too. The music was insanely good, the sort you wish you had playing in your own party, with the added incentive of skimpily costumed dancers on the stage, the sort you wish you had dancing in your own party. And the crowd was the happy sort, and kept tugging on my wings and asking me if I could fly up the VIP area (ha,ha). Van looked much cuter in them, naturally, but didn't want to lug them around. (We had a mini-argument over who got more attention in feathers, which I won't recall here, as I am obviously WRONG and should be punished :-)
By the third hour we were both absolutely exhausted, but a few alcopops later we were up and running again. As usual, Cydne and Leo amazed us with their stamina - it seemed the entire time they were either dancing or drinking. We finally gave up the ghost just before 4:00am (I know, I know, wimps!) and had breakfast in a cafe in the Black Hole of London, Leicester Square. We endured a Sunday morning wait in Waterloo before finally crawling into bed sometime at 730.
The wings are wrapped in plastic awaiting the next ridiculous night out.
And so another weekend passes.
Comments:
couldn't have described the vibe of the night any better. the party now sounds much more glamorous with your recollections! it was one hell of a dance party! I can still feel the base thumping and people moving to the beat as if in a trance. awesome!!!
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