It is tuesday, not that you need to be told that, nor do you really care, I am just giving a timeline here people. I am only just recovered from the VOTE 90s night. Not because i was smashed or anything, but because I danced in the DJ cage for about 6 hours solid with nothing more than redbull type drinks to keep me going.
I am so pleased and excitable and happy. It may be very uncool to shout about how much fun I had but screw it. Apart from one persons dark presence the whole night was incredible. It was heaving, all night. There was a queue right accross the street and up the road from about 1 until 5am.
People smiled and danced and waved their glosticks like good little ravers and i looked accross the room with a manic grin for hours. Admittedly my mask prevented the grin from being shown all night but the people were happy with the tunes we were playing and they made me happy in return.
Curver and I donned our home grown smiley face white outfits and I opted for nowt but underwear under my boiler suit and next time may in fact just go for underwear for it was extremely hot work.
Next is our set at the Bright Nights festival in a few weeks..... Bring it on, Bring it on.
But first is Reykjavik Tropik (www.reykjaviktropik.com) this weekend and I am not sure exactly what it will involve but I believe I am running round with some cameramen being a little mental, or so i have been told.... should be fun at the very least.
I cannot work out if I have grown as a person since being here or if I have just regressed to when I was 17. I certainly seem to have grown in confidence in being silly. For all my general confidence I haven´t felt comfortable being really silly for a very long time. Its flooding back and I am enjoying it. Perhaps its the Team KikiKikness for Sir Kalli brings the silly giggling girl out in me. Perhaps its the shedding of what was essentially a long stint in London which I still love, but the job and the bombing and mugging and the long draining relationships of days gone by being left behind has produced a chrysalis to butterfly effect. Perhaps its the youth of The Fox filtering through, you´re only as old as (those) you feel apparently and she doesn't require me to look after her like an emotional invalid. Perhaps its the fact I can do crazy things, creative things and people smile and encourage or at least laugh with, not at, me instead of berrating me for wasting time or money or throwing 'shouldn´t you be more responsible than that' at me.
Whatever it is ladies and gentlemen, I am enjoying it very much indeed. I am sure something wil come and shit all over the party at some point, but until then, I´ll be the one grabbing opportunity by the short and curlies.