Mariah Carey 4 LYPHE

No, I haven't gone insane, well maybe a little. The seasonal spirits have taken me to the excitable level of squealing 'oooooh put on Mariah again' at random intervals. Not in general I hasten to add, but purely for 'All I want for Christmas is you' plus other tackorama tracks on my Christamas playlist which currently stretches to a whole 6.3 hours in length. I am almost pushing my own patience.



Last friday saw the CCP Christmas slash celebration of the new release of EVE party. I know Mugison and Petúr Ben played, I know I Djed, I know it was a Divinity (of Trinity) theme. And above all else I know there was a great deal of champagne and wine. Apart from this I know very little other than I was carried out of the venue (the new 4th floor of our building) at around midnightish (we started at 5 ok...) after walking like a new born foal and realising my legs would barely take me to the bathroom where I proceeded to vomit. Alot. The memories I have though (pre 11pm) involve the smoke machine getting carried away and lots of people dancing to the usual tacky shit I play.

















No one knows what happened that night. 7 out of 10 of my friends lost their phones. One lost a 20,000isk pair of shoes and phone and coat, yet somehow managed to continue her partying for a few hours. Someone else managed to lose their car.

The day after was my tree decking gathering. I was still being sick at 10.30am and managed to complete the 6 hours worth of cooking by getting up and doing a bit then crawling back to bed for a bit. Various people, most of whom at been at the CCP shindig arrived early evening and after attempting to dissect the night before none of us were any closer to what happened. Hey ho.

People brought various decorations for the tree and Sunna, as she had promised, made the best ones. Weird Girls like evil fairies adorn the branches of the tree. Fantabulous.






So we decked the tree, chit chatted ate quite a lot and drank a hefty wack of mulled wine. Nathan had kindly brought me 6 bottles of bubbly to put on the tree so we drank those too. I sent he and the girlies off into the downtowness and the very ruined-from-the-night-before Daníel and I stayed home and slept.












The next day we went for a drive out to Hveragerði on our way to the Lobster house Við Fjöruborðið, through the snow covered mountains in the weird dimpsy blue light. When we arrived at Hveragerði we were shocked to discover Eden was closed. Only for a refurbishment it seemed but the fact they are refurbishing upsets me as the utter joy of the place was is its terrible decor. See this old post for photos.







Instead we went to my favourite time warp store and I purchased a couple of skirts straight from the 80s but as yet unworn. Wonderful.

Onwards we traveled to the lobster place and ate amazing food as ever. I absolutely love this restaurant and you have to make the effort of the hour drive from Reykjavik if you're visiting to eat here. As if it wasn't great enough I discovered this is the only place I have encountered here which not only makes bloody mary's but genuine and tasty ones.



We opted to move to another eatery for dessert - Rauða Húsið, which was pleasant too. There was a Christmas concert there that evening but we were too full and sleepy to hang around any longer.




The last few days have combined chillaxing with a girlie Taco party and tonight Esja play at Café Olíver for a Monitor magazine night involving wine and cheese.



Thursday is Christmas Bingo at CCP and friday I am Djing at Q bar. Come and say hello, and dress up 90s. The best outfit wins 2 free tickets to the new year's eve gig at Nasa.



The tickets for the Nasa night are now on sale in Spuutnik and online at midi.is... They are already selling so I would get in there and purchase asap. Its going to be one crazy night.

Ho ho ho! Happy Chrimpmas!

Wellity what a cosy week it has been so far, full of friends and seasonal preparations. On monday Krummi and Harpa and her kids came to dinner. It was great to see the contents of my dressing up box being worn by children for a change, usually there are adults of varying states of sobriety squeezing themselves into the costumes.



The general dark and the weather, throwing the odd snow shower here and there, is enforcing a lets-stay-at-home-warm-and-toasty feeling. Even Maggi the cat has decided to start dressing for the climate.



The shorter days are also pushing me further towards the goth revival I have been pondering over for some time. Additionally the man bought me some old school hair crimpers which have been one of the bestest presents evaaaaaar. So when working from home on wednesday afternoon, I did get distracted for half an hour to turn my head into a veritable mountain of frizz. I love it. Perla arrived for a coffee a little later to return one of my 80s prom dress monstrosities she had borrowed for a theme party and also approved.



The evening was Christmas on a stick. Eva came over (freshly minus her afro - rest its soul) to cook us dinner, after which we went to the 'Christmas House'. I have been trying to find something online about this place to explain more but I couldn't so bear with my incomplete, possibly inaccurate summation.

The place is owned and run by a woman who I have been told made her money through a chicken company and was, or her family were goldsmiths. She seems to be a very warm lady who is stunning and appears to be very nice, and quite obviously stacked in cash. Perhaps the warmth is just part of her sales patter but its the festive season and I like to think otherwise. Anyway the Christmas house is what seemed to be a mere wing of her property and its incredible. It is at the core a shop, but its more than just that. Its open between 6 and 10pm and you can simply go and wander around absorbing the festive feeling. Without more information its difficult to explain it properly so just look at the photos....





















Once we had purchased a few ridiculously expensive yet unbelievably stylish Christmas decorations we drove in Daníel's new car to buy a tree. By this point I was positively hyperactive much to their amusement. I tend to get so about this particular holiday. Throughout my childhood it was always a tad tricky due to family rows and politics around how and where to spend how much time. This all changed in the last 8 years or so and now we always have wonderful times. I revel in celebrating it in my home before returning to the parents by having the things we couldn't as kids - wether due to lack of finance or simply not being my parents tastes; real trees, overkill on decorations, treats and whatnot.






After finding a perfect tree and a few extra bits and bobs we dropped Eva off and spent a few hours at home playing Christmas songs on repeat and decking the halls so to speak. On Saturday various friends are coming over for a 'tree decking party', the crux of which is that people come, chitchat, drink mulled wine, eat seasonal treats and bring a decoration to put on the tree, home made or otherwise. Cosy cosy cosy. I can't wait.