I was in London in the final few hours of the year, a flat in Chelsea filled with trendies from all over the city disguised as Bob Dylans underneath preppy exteriors and regurgitating rehearsed lines about life as cheap champaign swirled and spilled on floors and carpets and cigarette smoke danced along with the few girls seductively swaying in the living room. I burst open the balcony door and stumble with giddy giggles as my best friend's flowing golden locks spray in my face like the expectant fireworks to come and our third musketeer follows with beehive hair sprayed into tangled perfection.
"Shit party?" Drunk and eager to please Lottie watches me unsure of whether she should offer something better for New Year's Eve.
"Yes- if I knew it was going to be like this, I would have stayed at home and celebrated with a lovely glass of wine and conversation. I can't even hear myself think in here and some guy spilled vodka or something in my hair." Nat responded as I survey the room from belong the thick curtains of the balcony and scan through intoxicated bodies and faces and before I can respond we are joined by Alex, a twinkle in his eye as he offers us to powder our noses 'the key to a bare able night -excuse the pun!' He sprinkles us with fairy dust and returns to the relative warmth of the party, winking back at us from inside.
We leave the party and in the relative quiet of the street we pound the Chelsea pavements, heels clip clopping as voices emanate from open windows and local pubs. Girls overdressed in glittery dresses with sequins and sparkles scream their delight as we three musketeers, clad in leather jackets and black denim shorts with biker boots and smokey eyes trot past towards the mansions.
"This is it!" Nat fumbles with the keys and lets us in. "I ought to get Eva over, I did promise her we would invite her for some wine and a toot!!" She climbs the stairs and lets us into the flat.
We make ourselves comfortable in the living room, wine glasses are propped on the table and white powder unstashed and tonight there is also tinfoil present. "I just can't wait for you to try it!!" Natalie rolls a tube and fumbles with something. Tube in mouth I inhale the oily evasive powder turned liquid turned plastic runner and As the year turns so does my mind. Red lipstick stained glasses and pale faces arguing over boys or drugs or money but nothing matters as I sit on the sofa in contemplative solitude, alone and at one with myself wrapped in lays and layers of burnt candy floss I revel in my new found friend, a lover that I will give everything to my soul, my body, my mind and my heart. It is the new year and Alice has finally found her wonderland!
Later as we amble drunken on love potions through the post bombastic firework booms that litter the inky night air, I know that i will always remember this moment as a fickle treasure in Pandora's box, at once delighted and charmed and repulsed by its seductive prowess. Dark eyeshadow and dry lips, skinny jeans and sky-high heels, pungent puke in putrid places, curt clumsyness as I tumble into bed with the drink in my belly and the smoke in my lungs delightful as they bring darkness and shifting into shapes of created memories and euphoric imaginations.
The year has turned and Alice is down the rabbit hole into her wonderland....this is the story of her endless journeying home.
"Shit party?" Drunk and eager to please Lottie watches me unsure of whether she should offer something better for New Year's Eve.
"Yes- if I knew it was going to be like this, I would have stayed at home and celebrated with a lovely glass of wine and conversation. I can't even hear myself think in here and some guy spilled vodka or something in my hair." Nat responded as I survey the room from belong the thick curtains of the balcony and scan through intoxicated bodies and faces and before I can respond we are joined by Alex, a twinkle in his eye as he offers us to powder our noses 'the key to a bare able night -excuse the pun!' He sprinkles us with fairy dust and returns to the relative warmth of the party, winking back at us from inside.
We leave the party and in the relative quiet of the street we pound the Chelsea pavements, heels clip clopping as voices emanate from open windows and local pubs. Girls overdressed in glittery dresses with sequins and sparkles scream their delight as we three musketeers, clad in leather jackets and black denim shorts with biker boots and smokey eyes trot past towards the mansions.
"This is it!" Nat fumbles with the keys and lets us in. "I ought to get Eva over, I did promise her we would invite her for some wine and a toot!!" She climbs the stairs and lets us into the flat.
We make ourselves comfortable in the living room, wine glasses are propped on the table and white powder unstashed and tonight there is also tinfoil present. "I just can't wait for you to try it!!" Natalie rolls a tube and fumbles with something. Tube in mouth I inhale the oily evasive powder turned liquid turned plastic runner and As the year turns so does my mind. Red lipstick stained glasses and pale faces arguing over boys or drugs or money but nothing matters as I sit on the sofa in contemplative solitude, alone and at one with myself wrapped in lays and layers of burnt candy floss I revel in my new found friend, a lover that I will give everything to my soul, my body, my mind and my heart. It is the new year and Alice has finally found her wonderland!
Later as we amble drunken on love potions through the post bombastic firework booms that litter the inky night air, I know that i will always remember this moment as a fickle treasure in Pandora's box, at once delighted and charmed and repulsed by its seductive prowess. Dark eyeshadow and dry lips, skinny jeans and sky-high heels, pungent puke in putrid places, curt clumsyness as I tumble into bed with the drink in my belly and the smoke in my lungs delightful as they bring darkness and shifting into shapes of created memories and euphoric imaginations.
