My bank holiday week-end began with a bang ... And as it happens, it ended with a bang too!
Sharp at 11am, as promised, Salar showed up at my door, while I crawled out of bed and left him with a coffee and music to get ready for SW4. Ernest arrived soon after and we headed towards Clapham Common to meet the rest of the gang.
As we queued to enter the protected area, a sudden downpour hit us by surprise but rapidly changed into a sun shining day. There were huge tents laid out throughout the ground, with top DJs playing their tunes at different times.
Sharp at 11am, as promised, Salar showed up at my door, while I crawled out of bed and left him with a coffee and music to get ready for SW4. Ernest arrived soon after and we headed towards Clapham Common to meet the rest of the gang.
As we queued to enter the protected area, a sudden downpour hit us by surprise but rapidly changed into a sun shining day. There were huge tents laid out throughout the ground, with top DJs playing their tunes at different times.
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Salar's uncle managed to find us at The Cocoon Arena, where Loco Dice was playing and Torsten arrived with his old buddies visiting the city; Jayden (Jay), Aiden and Cole. It was an awesome day spent listening to fab music; tent to tent.
SW4 ended at 21:00 but Ernest and I decided to leave Sven Vath playing an hour earlier, in the hope of finding a taxi and made our way to mine. As we chilled to a selection of soft House music, the boys and their newly made friends joined us 'chez moi'.
Isabella had bbm'ed and she was ready to party, so I asked her to pass by with her friend.
The party from SW4 got diverted to continue on till early hours of the morning at SW10!
Sunday was a day of recovery for me! Oooff. And that was just the beginning of it all.
Early evening, I wore a figure hugging (& boy, did it hug!) Jean Paul Gaultier number to attend the last night's showing of the African musical, 'Fela' ... Again, only this time at Saddler's Wells. Cabs were hard to come by as the Notting Hill Carnival was going on at the other end of the city, so I managed to get there just on time.
Lola, accompanied by a row of her guests, handed me the ticket to this triumphant musical which thrilled me once more to the end. I do thank my hostess for organising such a vibrant affair.
The whole cast was invited to a private venue, where we next headed. Ernest, accompanied by Torsten & Co arrived later, to what must have been one of the coolest parties of the year. The familiar faces of friends were too many to name. Everyone happily mingling on two floors and dancing. I do not remember sitting down till early hours of the morning ... Once more! I got to chat to the main character of Fela Kuti, who gave a magnificent performance throughout.
The 'left-over' of our group gathered as the party ended and headed to Torsten's, in order to get a view of the Notting Hill Carnival; not to be missed. Once at the apartment, the noise from outside, was buzzing in ever corner of the room, a sound pulling me to head back out. Jay seemed the only one keen to accompany me, so we left the rest of the boys resting.
We walked out the door, into the festivities of colourful costumes, the sound of Afrobeat (a deja vu from previous evening) bursting through the loud speakers and rows of floats passing by. Jay and I walked through the crowd, took pictures and seemed to both take the route to where Sancho Panza was to play the coolest sound of House music. The police were everywhere and I stopped to tell one of them how I, for one, appreciate their hard work.
We finally entered the narrow street where the DJ was due to spin later on, although his music was being played already. Magically, the back street was empty of any crowd and I spotted a red door with one step where we sat in peace. By some miracle, the sun gracefully pushed the clouds away and shone upon our absorbent skin, bringing out a flame within. Soaking the heat of the sun in and giving out the fire of passion.
Inhaling on the puffs of a 'carnival joint', I closed my eyes in the worship of the sun, facing the sky above. Jay's strong body sitting close to me, with his arm laying on my legs, threw a shiver down my spine and my heart began to pound. The gentle brush of his hand, felt like a feather down my bare legs. I did not want to open my eyes as though the magic of the moment was simply a fraction of my imagination. I was flying along the clouds above, oblivious to all that surrounded me. The music being played at the far end of the road was heavenly. As I surfaced momentarily back into the now, there were police and security standing at the other end, far from where my mind was ... Or my soul had flown to.
I was lost in time ... In the moment of lust.
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