uppercase F

Proof that librarians are, in fact, pretty cool.

 

Carnaval in London! August 25, 2008

Filed under: london, party — Gemma @ 1:56 pm

green skirts

I went to the Notting Hill Carnival today. I can post pictures of it here, but it’ll be fairly impossible to convey the insanity. The carnival is kind of like the Brazilian Carnaval, but planned and executed by British people. So less sexy. The whole area of Notting Hill is taken over by the festival, with parades and music and dancing and drinking. There were different stages for different kinds of music, with DJs playing some really amazing stuff through the largest speakers I’ve ever seen in my life. There was a moment where a DJ started playing some James Brown and everyone just started dancing in the street. Amazing.

It seemed like the entire city was in attendance, with it taking a good half an hour to move a block in any direction. For some reason the carnival was really Caribbean oriented, with lots of the floats and music reflecting some Caribbean island motif. Neither me nor my roommate could figure out the reason for this, or the reason the carnival takes place at all for that matter, but it was really really cool. Considering I had fun despite the heinous train journey to and from the place, I’d say it was pretty successful.

black music

butt

carnival street

castle

climber

dancing

dj

drum

gold crowd

graffiti wings

metal man

orange red feather

peacock

pink balloon

popo

popo wings

purple dress

purple wings

queen costume

red feathers

rooftop

speaker

trash

watching crowd

wings

 
 

I’m So Freaking Fashionable April 10, 2008

Filed under: party — Gemma @ 9:53 am

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A few weeks ago I went to a “I’m So Freaking Fashionable” party that a friend from college was hosting. Now, leggings and obscene sunglasses aside, the party was super fun. And there was a bouncy castle. Sitting next to the trampoline. I don’t know if you’ve participated in either of these things in awhile, but it’s not as easy as you remember. After about 30 minutes of jumping on both, I was wheezing and gasping for air like a big fatty. A fatty filled with joy, but a fatty nonetheless.