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In the end I made it to the Hero party, thanks to an extra ticket one of Paul's mates had. I wasnt really looking forward to a night at home alone, especially so once I arrived at Paul's pre-hero party...
Hero: lots and LOTS of sexy men. Most pleasant to the eye. The Staircase was teh main dance floor, but you could walk back through to Galatos where there was more hardcore dance and a smaller downstairs bar with Mauri playing.
I danced! actually danced! badly, I admit, but it was more than my usual dance party trick of standing by the bar tapping my toes. By 6am I was exhausted, and found myself snuggled up to a lovely cuddly bear, leaning against the wall and watching people.
I didnt get into any mischief. Well, not *too* much mischief- the queue for the toilet was quite long so I went and found a thirsty pissbear. Problem solved. And I did kind of touch a few people inappropriately, except in the circumstances it was entirely appropriate.
We weaved our way to the afterparty at about 7am- the quiet lounge-like atmosphere had us collapsing into a booth, one last drink, some more snuggles and vague wandery conversation.
Got back to Paul's at 8am today, four of us wedged into the bed. Michael had to hold onto me to stop me falling off the edge (but I definitely didnt mind :-)). We had restless, gropey, dancey sleep- at one point I found myself using Michaels chest as a pillow, listening to his heartbeat and beginning to dance to it. Oh dear...
Hero: lots and LOTS of sexy men. Most pleasant to the eye. The Staircase was teh main dance floor, but you could walk back through to Galatos where there was more hardcore dance and a smaller downstairs bar with Mauri playing.
I danced! actually danced! badly, I admit, but it was more than my usual dance party trick of standing by the bar tapping my toes. By 6am I was exhausted, and found myself snuggled up to a lovely cuddly bear, leaning against the wall and watching people.
I didnt get into any mischief. Well, not *too* much mischief- the queue for the toilet was quite long so I went and found a thirsty pissbear. Problem solved. And I did kind of touch a few people inappropriately, except in the circumstances it was entirely appropriate.
We weaved our way to the afterparty at about 7am- the quiet lounge-like atmosphere had us collapsing into a booth, one last drink, some more snuggles and vague wandery conversation.
Got back to Paul's at 8am today, four of us wedged into the bed. Michael had to hold onto me to stop me falling off the edge (but I definitely didnt mind :-)). We had restless, gropey, dancey sleep- at one point I found myself using Michaels chest as a pillow, listening to his heartbeat and beginning to dance to it. Oh dear...
