Dirty Thirty

Annnnd so I find it approaching 2am. Standard for me lately. I'm trying to listen to Spotify [the new Hot Chip album specifically] as quietly as possible so as not to wake the two next door [i.e. my best/housemate & her boyfriend]. I always think I can hear them talking & that I've woken them up.

A more tedious thing to comment on I'm not sure exists but I'm amazed at how relatively tidy I'm keeping my room in this house. OK the drawers might be stuffed with whatever I can cram in, and right now there's an empty wine bottle on the bedside table and a sailor's hat on the floor but still.

ANYWAY. It's my friend G's 30th birthday tomorrow. At the community artspace where I volunteer and he lives. The theme is dirty thirty [dirty in the broadest sense of the word, we were told]. It's tricky spending lots of time with arty folks because there is a sense that your endeavours in these areas should be witty and visually satisfying- that you should avoid the obvious.

After variously trying to work out how to dress as Dirty Money, a Dirty Cop and a Dirty Martini, I settled on something which, though arguably a little obvious, I'm satisfied with. I'm going as a sailor... i.e. a seaman. I've made a badge with Seaman [My Surname] on. Additionally there will be a sailor hat, a variety of white clothing, a pearl necklace [geddit] and, as the filthy icing on the cake, I will smear some toothpaste round the corner of my mouth. Granted this may sound bizarre to the outside observer but it's humour this crowd will appreciate methinks.

Well well. As this is my first post I suppose I should curtail it and set about some of my other insomniac activities, which have thus far included your classic Facebook stalk, over-moisturising my face and looking at a list of classic Sue Sylvester quotes. Riveting stuff!