Last night our usually cold house was steaming hot from all my friends crammed together to celebrate my birthday. 35 of my finest people getting drunk in our living room, sitting on the kitchen counter, fighting about what music should be played and drinking champagne in our fairy lit patio. Our already worn down floors got even dirtier and it was all over too quickly.
Today Daniel and I haven’t left bed all day, apart from when the Chinese take out was delivered. Among chopsticks, cupcakes and coke cans we lie, focusing on breathing as the daylight moves across the houses and fade to a still night.
I FUCKING LOVE HOUSE PARTIES. And take out.