so we celebrated my friend A’s birthday. and it was brilliant. R* and i shared a bottle of white wine and a bottle of kir**. it’s one of the cheapest, most heavenly alcoholic beverages i’ve ever drunk. so anyways, for a gift, we’d bought two godard films and a card that says something about drugs taking the pain away which is funny because she’s going to become a doctor and also a little morbid and who doesn’t love that, right? she seemed really happy about it. she also seemed a little shocked and a lot touched that we insisted on paying for the things for the food we were gonna make for everyone. which was nice. A’s one of those surprises i didn’t expect to get from high school, and didn’t really get until the very end and mostly after graduation, but i’m really glad i did. her, her used-to-be-but-isn’t-anymore-but-kinda-still-is boyfriend, and kind-of-but-not-surely best friend. they’re all great.
so anyways, we bought our things and went to her place. she lives in a really nice house. it’s pretty big but old, cosy, homey and not intimidating at all. so we all, including her friends that we’d never met before***, cooked a delicious meal together, and A baked bread which was a nice touch. the mood was just very organically jolly. another dear friend from high school, J, who is one of the most genuinely bubbly and free-spirited people i know, gave A some home-brewed beer as a birthday gift. it smelled like raspberries but tasted like beer and i thought that was lovely. another girl from high school, who i’d never really hung out with before, had drawn her a really good portrait. basically some great gifts.
after eating, laughing and getting buzzed, we all hung out in the kitchen for a while. V**** and R were doing a pretty pathetic***** version of the dougie when we decided to head on out. we went to this opening party for a culture centre located in a suburb****** about 20 minutes away from the city. the culture centre had just been rebuilt after some
nazis right-wing extremists had burned it down so i was pretty excited to celebrate and say fuck you to the hate. we went, and arrived, and then – my mind just kind of exploded. it was this really spartan cuboid with white plastic, semi-transparent walls and neon lights flashing all over it. there were three stories and the line wasn’t even a line. the place was just spilling over with people wanting to get in. there was some heavy-bass, live, swedish hiphop shaking the walls from the inside and we were just like oh my god let’s get in there.
so we just nestled ourselves as far into the clusterfuck of people as we could and i can’t even explain how we did it but we were inside in no time. and it was just awesome. just music and pushing and smoking inside and “oh wow is this even legal?” and general grittiness all over. we managed to get right in front of the stage and just went nuts. and the concert was insane. after it was over, some djs took over and we just danced and danced and danced. i knew A was really excited to spend her birthday there because her big sister had been involved in building the first centre, so i was really into the idea of making it memorable for her. that’s how i got the brilliant idea of taking her up on stage with me. i just pulled her up, and then a couple of her friends too, and we basically danced and partied with the whole crowd at once.
during all the fuck yeah, i managed to have a moment of wow humanity when i saw a girl looking for something on the dance floor. i remember thinking “wow that must be so hard” because people were literally stomping and jumping all over the place. so i whipped out my phone and turned my flashlight app******* on. with the light shining on the muddy floor, i helped her look – and she found her thing! granted, i didn’t see what the actual thing was but she looked really grateful and gratitude is really gratifying. so we all just resumed our controlled flailing. after a while, the girl came back and just grabbed my face. i’m glad i understood what was happening because i just casually turned my head and let her give me a big smooch on the cheek. i think we all felt the love at that point.
anyways, after dancing for a couple of hours we went up the stairs where the mood was more chilled. after getting some H2O and general O2 we went back to dance some more, because you only live once********, right? so we went back, and there were these five girls dj-ing, playing all sorts of awesome girl-power music. once again, i came up with a brilliant idea. i discreetly danced away from the gang, and got one of the djs to come to me. then i showed her a text where i’d written “please play something by azealia banks, pretty please” and we just had a moment of mutual understanding where she conveyed “i got your back” and i responded with “you are the best”*********. so i went back to my crew and joyously shouted to R that i had requested azealia. she was like no way and i was a
dumbass smartass and answered yes way. we danced to a couple of more songs and then surely enough – 212 started playing.
we went berserk. i was so high off the power that i just took R’s hand and dragged her up on stage with me. we owned the shit out of that song, egging the rest of the party people on while i miraculously shouted along to every word. that was a definite highlight – i truly felt like i was on top of the world. the rest of the night followed in a similar fashion and on the car ride home, i just kept thinking about how it had been one of those nights, when everything feels so carelessly magical. and A, the birthday-girl, apparently had an amazing time as well. my heart swells. it’s now that i’m writing this that i realize that i’m slowly but surely acquiring a collection of those nights, and they’re all such dear memories to me already.
*my best friend.
**it’s a deep, blood-red and tastes like blackcurrant.
***they were very nice.
****the quite-but-not-really boyfriend.
*****but oh so hilarious.
******the swedish suburbs i talk about are actually our version of the ghetto, which is actually not bad at all. just mostly working class goodness. yes i live in one, and yes i’m extremely biased – so what?
*******welcome to 2013 everybody.
********don’t kill me, i can’t fight the applicability of this saying.
*********we had very expressive eyes, okay?