A dear friend of mine celebrated his birthday last night with a house party in his new home for his second academic year at The University of Manchester. For those who know Manchester, the student village is located to the south of the University Quarter and the City Centre, occupying the districts of Victoria, Rusholme (home to the Curry Mile) and Fallowfield. The latter of the three districts is the biggest with it’s own town centre and night scene. Needless to say I rarely venture south of M13 as I live in the City Centre and my studenty friends prefer coming up north to the bright lights of the city.
However, It was always going to happen, it was just a matter of when…. My first Student house party. Remarkably I’ve delayed the inevitable for the entirety of my Freshman year at University, but the night soon came.
Arriving at the footsteps of the quaint terrace which oozed nostalgia for Revolutionary Manchester in a quiet ex Mill Worker street I clutched Adam and Christopher’s birthday gift in anticipation of what the night would bring.
Chris hadn’t finished getting ready and we were the first to arrive… hmm.
After drying his hair, downing a few Cheeky Vs and his opening his presents the party began. Typical of a student party, so I am told, a DJ was promised but never materialised – so sounds whispered from an iDeck in the living room whilst the family living next door banged on the walls and uninvited guests threw shapes and their drinks. Conversation was bitchy and funny, I can’t remember anyone’s name and my outfit was a big hit. Score. Jelly-shots were passed around as some people called them Jell-o-shots and someone drank Sophie’s wine. The floor was slippery, not a seat could be found but smiles were upon faces right the way round. (aww)
With regards to the outfit: I decided to keep it cash, as the cool kids say, in a retro americana outfit which paid homage the school-like quality to the evening. I wore my new white patent and suede high tops from ZARA, stone washed drainpipe jeans from H&M, burgundy baggy vest from the TOPMAN SALE and a new American High School bomber jacket from ZARA. The cheery on the top of my proverbial cake, however, were the glasses which I handmade for the evening especially. Once again sticking to a retro school boy theme I emptied my pencil case and glued the little pencil crayons to my Calvin Harris raver shades to create a look fit for Gaga.
They broke, but their power will forever be remembered. As will my first for Fallowfield and Christopher’s student house party done in a ways only Christopher could do.