Septemberfest, ja!So...Saturday night saw a party on the grounds of the old Stoodio 53; in fact numerous attendees had reported being at such 53 parties in the past with SCUL or after Abbey shows...what started as a fairly relaxed shared mixer, celebrating an upstairs neighbor's birthday & house warming get together for another, soon slid down the skid into drunken hilarity. It was probably the most ethnically diverse party we've ever had. Amongst the 50-75 people crowding our backyard, drinking from the boat, eating home-made delights, were Russians, French, Ukrainians, Japanese, Koreans (incl. one drunk ex-cop), Germans and even real Canadians! Mid-way through, the bane of the 53's life, Mrs. Perry, aka "the Cunt", had called the cops. Needless to say, while I hung back, noting that it "wasn't MY party", and noting that the landlords, Tom & Vic,were there, as well as Laura (the b-day girl), it was soon evident that everyone expected me to talk to the cops, as I've always done in the past. So, following tradition (which has seen cops actually hang out & drink with us in the past), I spoke with them. Being Somerville's finest, they are actually quite reasonable, which is always refreshing...& they were invited to stay and have a drink, needless to say. So....the party moved inside, the fire pit extinguished & the boat-load of beer moved inside, clearing the yard for rats to nibble on leftovers...Great Octoberfests & Skye's magical vodka martinis fueled the inner fire, leading to the heckling a Darby Crash look-a-like youngster. By 4am, the party dissipated & we all found sleep's embrace.
truly became a boatload later
cheers!
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