There are reasons why you live in a city like London and the party I attended last Saturday together with N. was just one of these reasons. When she filled me in about it, I first thought she was pulling my leg.
It was just a party featuring children-appropriate entertaining for adults! How awesome is that????? Ok, after all, it turned out to be a disco with a giant bouncy castle, a giant ball pit and space hoppers (can anyone remember?) It was hosted by the Fire in Perry Street, just around the corner of Vauxhall Station. We were there very early and later on, we were really happy about it because when we left, there was a queue about a mile long in front of the club. But more about the party itself. We entered and saw...nothing. Because they kind of exaggerated the use of the fog machine to an extent that you could not see your own hand anymore (literally, not joking here, I'm still coughing my innards out). The funny thing was that we had already become part of a group. That is so great about England, people just come and talk to you. A bunch of young party people asked where we were from and we complained about the weather (I think the English invented complaining about the weather, but who can blame them???) With our group, we finally entered (being a German and an Austrian, we were ten minutes to early for the party and they decided to open it at half past ten, so we were standing in the cold rain for more than half an hour...) everyone was like "oh, god this is so embarrassing", but soon we all loosened up and I can say that I have never felt so happy and equally ashamed on the bouncy castle as ever. Happy because it is so much fun and ashamed because after five minutes I was literally out of breath. But N. and I had a lot of fun and soon started doing fancy stuff like "ninja saltos". However, the best part was the ball pit. Actually, you would think that diving into a pit of balls would be boring, but it just isn't. It was like a funny massage and we couldn't stop laughing. I would recommend anyone to lie down in a ball pit whenever you get the chance, simply because it's worth it! There was also a face painter and a balloon modeller but we didn't get any face painting (after all, we still had to take the train home afterwards); however, we both got fancy balloon head covers (namely a crown and a minion) and we were kind of ridiculed for that on the train as well (no, just kidding, but people had a good stare...) Anyway, it was one of the funniest nights out in a long time and I remembered that doing stuff that is claimed to be "childish" is actually the best! So, be childish, stop caring what others think and enjoy!
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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