A Slow Burner

Yesterday, mere hours after having watched quite a weighty film (see below), I picked up my friend Reinhilde and drove all the way to Brussels to attend a housewarming party, thrown by Piman da Himp and Katrien.

(Nevermind that they settled into the house several months ago; any reason to party is a good reason. Who needs reasons to party anyway? I, for one, don't. I just do.)

The party could be described as, if you're familiar with festive vernacular, a 'slow burner' - starting off calm but culminating in chaos, anarchy and boobies. This was in no small part the merit of the music on my iPod (ranging from Milk Inc. over Tiga to Zangeres Zonder Naam), but the party also featured a great mix of pretty people and tasty beverages.

Have you ever, by any chance, seen the 'Party In Your Stomach' clip on YouTube? If you haven't, please click this link.

"Who always shows up at the end of the party", Jim Breuer asks, and he continues to answer his own question: "Tequila. And tequila doesn't show up alone - there's always eight or nine of 'em lined up. Like an idiot, your stomach lets in one shot of tequila, and then he sneaks in all of his friends when nobody's watching."

That's exactly how things went yesterday, and the situation derailed shortly afterwards - to the extent that Piman and Katrien must've thought they ended up somewhere in 80's Beirut when they entered their living room this morning...

When overseeing the ravages, the memories must've come back quickly: the dirty dancing, the wrapping with kitchen paper, the French kissing (though I had sadly already left the building at that point) and the tequila grimacing.

It was that kind of party which you talk about weeks on afterwards, and certain elements of the evening seem to come back out of thin air to those who were lucky enough to attend the event. That's the kind of party you want, 'slow burner' or otherwise.

BY THE WAY

A week after my main man Bakerman travelled off to Thailand, my favourite lighthouse girl, who goes by the name of Annelie, leaves for Sweden. You can follow the incredible adventures she'll undoubtedly experience via this link. (Though I have no idea why she chose the obscure 'Weebly' as her blogging interface.)

Anyway: godspeed, Annelie!

Have a good week, everyone.