Armed with several plastic bags, kitchen paper and Jif spray, I went into the hazard zone. After opening the big barn door, hitting the light switch and letting my eyes adjust to the poor light, from the door and a couple of lamps. The sight of last weeks fun hit me, like a sad smack in the face. Tonns of empty bottles, shot glasses, wine- and champagne glasses, all with sticky, squishy left overs on the bottom. Stinking ashtrays, with old sigarette buds falling over the edges. Broken glass, wine corks, bottle tops. A sweater in a corner, scarf, a chinese parasoll. And a bit on the wild side: nipple pasties and a pile of corsets.. We. *Eeehm* I, were going to "dance burlesque", instructed by my burlesque dancing friend. one of those great ideas, that usually forms at the late side of a party. But decided not to, in a moment of clearness.. Thank Godzilla!
Every item being a reminder, of something that happened that night. A bit of giggeling and "Ooooh's", as I went through it all. Almost like re-living the whole party, just on fast forward.
Oh, and of all odd things, the strangest must be; a shoe heel! So if someone is missing
a shoe heel, please contact the gobblin at the information desk.
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| Must clean with style.. |
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| Information desk goblin.. |
