The Somewhat Ambitious

I just went to a paint party with my steady. The whole thing was organized by The Taboo Group (very well, I might add), and the premise was very simple: organize a secret location, send out white bio-hazard suits, provide buttloads of paint, prompt the on-site DJ to crank it. We rocked up a bit before eight, were ushered through to the media lounge, downed some free beers and I proceeded to have a quiet freak-out at the prospect of being covered in paint. Eventually everyone was shunted into a massive plastic-coated warehouse area, and within minutes things got very slimy and very hectic. I’m not one for dancing, but I did attempt to re-enact Sam Rockwell’s money shot.

And I’d like to think I was moderately successful*.

Anyway, if they do throw another one, make sure you head along. The atmosphere was wonderful, and they actually drove a shit-box van into the dance floor area after about a half hour, and let people paint on it. I painted a large pink cock.

I’m not a simpleton, I swear.

Oh, also, my shower afterwards was very much like in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, when Eustace was all like, oh noes, I’m a dagron! And Aslan was all like, I’m going to breathe on your manky wrist! And Eustace was all like, oh wow, my scales are coming off! And… you get the idea.

/Paul

* I was not even vaguely successful.