July 1, 2007 (Sunday)
(Source: http://www.londonfriend.org.uk)
"Damn!" is the word I can describe the past two days. The London Pride took place yesterday with about 60,000 participants. Speakers included Ken Livingston, London's Mayor, John Barrowman, famous actor, and some A-list celebrities. Trafalgar Square, Soho and Oxford Street were packed with 'proud and loud' homosexuals.
In the evening the craziness began... My friend and I went to Brick Lane in East London. The area is somewhat like Camden Town but with more creative people and beautiful residents. I realized that Soho is so tourist-oriented while hot gays and lesbians chill out in Brick Lane. We went to a 12-hour nonstop dance rave at one of the unconventional clubs there. All of a sudden, we found ourselves in the middle of a Zulu ritual. It was amazing. It was the place where stressed City people come and relax; so did we. House, techno, electro and acid music was playing and we were getting unwind.
At some point we were wasted when a Brazilian guy introduced me to Alfredo, his Portuguese gay friend. What can I say...? I hated tequila but I liked his company. I have few recollections of the whole night but later I have been told that we were going crazy. There were two girls as well who were next to us. Anyway, as we were dancing two guys approached us: Jacque, the French, and Hans, the Swede. I knew that they were gay and I asked the one who was from Stockholm in my broken Swedish, "Er du bøsse killär?" The answer was positive – yes, he was a queer – "Ja, jag är bøsse." More madness began. Well, I will not describe in details but I can tell this. I was wearing my old ripped jeans and Charlie's hand, out of the blue, was in the whole and grabbing my butt while he was holding me. It was a loco casa...
Those two girls that were next to us followed us and started to make a move. Damn... I told that I am not interested in women and it has nothing to do with them. Anyway, there were Brazilians, French, Germans, Portuguese and Swedes in the 12-hour nonstop rave. Big city – big choice... Honestly, London is the best place to be a single guy. The rest will remain between the participants of that crazy night. I have no idea how I got home but what I remember is that I had a blast and enjoyed every single second of it.
Today I met up with Will, my very good friend who just returned from Africa, and Parvati, his girlfriend. Guess what? We went to Brick Lane... There was an interesting place that reminded me Afghanistan. In fact, it was Casa Blue, Afghani diner, with handcrafted carpets portraying Soviet invasion to Afghanistan in 1979. The whole setting was sending a clear message about the scars of that war. It felt very weird but food was excellent.
It is the first day of the smoking ban in England and I had to smoke outside. We made a move towards the Spitafields Market and were enjoying our pints next the Church of England out fresco. I was still exhausted from yesterday's 12-hour nonstop rave. When it got chilly, we went to the Ten Bells bar, where we met Lana, Irish film director and Dan, English cinematographer. Dan and I were talking about his new film and Palestine. People started confessing once we got drunk, again... Lana asked me if I am interested in Dan. I was like "What?!" In fact, we already exchanged numbers so we can talk more about the Middle East. Actually, Dan had very charming eyes.
I am back home and wishing that the weekend would never end. It started raining and I am getting ready for tomorrow. Damn! What a weekend...
Productive start of the week,
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