The Landlady is partying hard
I had a big birthday party at the weekend, jointly with my friend Mr P who is exactly one day older than me. Although it was a big party, it was not a big birthday, that is looming three years hence. I don’t know how we’re going to top the party on Saturday though, as we had two DJs and it was the most fun I’ve ever had in Landlady Towers – that’s saying something…
I did warn my Korean lodger that I was going to have a party and I have no idea what she imagined as she’s quite a quiet, studious little thing. I certainly don’t think she expected the ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’ that actually took place, nor the total devastation that was Landlady Towers the following day.
The party didn’t end until 5.17am – well that’s the time my phone said as I switched it off and went to bed.
When I got up on the following morning at 11.30am, The Big Son (who hadn’t been at the party) was in the living room, DJing, with one very lonesome and drunk guy dancing in front of him. There was also someone asleep in The Big Son’s bed. The only sense that I could extract from them was that they’d been at Coalition until Lord only knows what time. I couldn’t criticise them as I’ve done the same myself on several occasions, so myself and five other leftover friends (those who were well enough to stand), left them to it and took ourselves off to The Lion And Lobster for some much needed Bloody Marys and a roast dinner.
It is now Wednesday and I am still suffering slightly, but at least Landlady Towers is back to its usual, orderly self and my lodger is no longer too terrified to leave her room. My other lodger – who was away on holiday, returned back at just the point when I was winding up the Hoover cord, having finished cleaning up, so was none the wiser.
“It is now Wednesday and I’m still suffering slightly”
Since I left home at the age of 17, I’ve always favoured the house party and have held them in just about every house I’ve ever lived in, sometimes resulting in my being made homeless because of the ensuing chaos.
At least now I’ve grown up a little. My friends and acquaintances are a little more trustworthy than some of the ones I had in South London, who would make off with the family silver as soon as your back was turned. It says something, doesn’t it, when you’re at an age when your friends no longer ‘half-inch’ your laptop when you have a party…
