The Morning After A Date With The Night | SUMO House Party


“Oh my God, but my name is on the guest list,” were the first words I heard as I walked through the gates of 32 Keyes Road. Typical underage girls were causing a fuss because they obviously didn’t have ID. I handed over my driver’s licence quite smugly, and the girls scanning tickets told me I was one of the first ‘of age’ they had seen that night.

It didn’t really phase or deter me. I used to sneak in to parties when I was a fresh-faced fifteen year old. May as well let the kiddies have their fun. I had arrived by myself, so my first mission of the evening was to find my friends – who obviously weren’t answering their phones. So instead I wandered to the bar, bought a red bull, and made my way to the dance floor. Although I suppose one shouldn’t really call it a dance floor. Rather a dance room. A tightly packed dance room at that.

But that’s probably one of my favourite parts about Sumo – this being my fourth time going. I love the sweltering heat, the strobe lights, the constant bumping and bashing, and the thumping speakers – with some of the best electro artists on deck. Feed the Animals was top-notch, as was Das Kapital (as always.) But personally I believe Liver stole the night. We were front and centre jamming to his glorious beats, and nothing is comparable to his PHfat ‘We are Animals’ mix.

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My night ended somewhat suddenly unfortunately. Having a breather outside, my friend and I decided to sit on a ledge. After standing up, I realised there was an horrendous stench. I tried to locate it, and finally did – on my leather jacket. Of course, I managed to sit in someone’s puddle of vomit. All I can say is, at least it makes a good story and at least this unpleasant experience made the night memorable.

Except for the vomit episode, it was an epic night. And of course, one must always end a piece with a memorable quote.

A boy to his friend: “Bru, do you think she’s hot?”
Friend: “nah, not really. But I’d let her give me head.”

written by Rosa Elk


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