A friend of my house mates, Matt, is living there at the moment as the rent is really cheap (100 pounds a month - for a double en-suite room) so him and the other 18 house mates that live there all invited their friends which ensued for a massive party. The reason he is living in a rest home is that a company bought the building but were unable to develop it until they had permission from the council. To stave off squatters they rent out all the rooms with rent low enough that all they pay is the council tax. Considering we live in the area with the lowest council tax in London it makes for a pretty cheap rent. The only downside is that it is slightly far away from public transport, you have to live with heaps of other people, they only have hot water (which is totally the opposite of what you would expect right?) and there is no internet. If your only in London for a short time or you a really low on cash and wanting to travel its a pretty good situation. Its also a good situation for me because Matt was supposed to have my room in the Pulborough House but decided to live here instead.
Even though it was in a retirement home it was a pretty sweet house party as the already had a pretty good set up with a massive rumpus room/living area, back balcony and garden and a massive industrial kitchen to help you make your drink concoctions. As many of us have experienced the lack of toilets at a party can be an issue but not for the rest home. Every time I needed to go I think I went to a different one. The funniest part was that a lot of the equipment and furnishing from the old residents were there including the things that help lift you in and out of the bathtub and rails to steady you as you get to the toilet which are surprisingly helpful when you've finished a bottle of wine.
The choice of seating was either a massive old floral couch, reclining armchair or wheelchairs. The wheelchairs were in hot demand but were a bit of a bummer as they were the ones that you needed someone to push you in not ones you could move yourself. Its fun when you get someone to push and spin you around to the music (you can't go past lazy dancing!) but its definitely not fun when someone pushes you all the way to the corner of the room then runs off and leaves you there - Thanks Lance. Its also not fun when you push the chair with your legs backwards so you can get back to your friends but instead and run into a group of people's shins. After that little experience I gave up on chilling out in the wheel chairs and opted for stationary stairs and normal dancing.
The night ended up being a pretty massive one with me and Shea finishing three bottles of cheap red wine between the two of us plus a few other random drinks we scored a long the way.
Fran turned up a bit later with a Mary Poppings bag full of alcohol. Spirit? Choice of mixer? She had it. There was a bit of dancing to music that was a bit too soft and kept getting changed, a few deep and meaningful convo's and a quick nap on Sam's shoulder before we decided to make the trek home. It wasn't too bad especially with the drunken power walk but apparently I talked the ear off Sam telling her the recipe for meatballs. Oh dear. I think the party turned me into an old lady before my time - who else falls asleep then talks about cooking other then grandmas? Apart from the hangover the next morning it was a pretty fun night out. Although it seems that my hangover albeit extremely bad wasn't as bad as some of my house mates who didn't get to sleep until 8am. Yup thats right 8am. Matt will be at that house until the housing developers decide to kick them out so hopefully there are a few more massive parties along the way.
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