Seventies Carpet Party

I threw a little do, in honour of the pending demise of my carpet, which is a survivor from the 70s refit of Goldbergs Department Store, Tollcross. The owner of all four of the apartments in our stair was a renovator and refitter, and gifted this flat with daily department store joy for the past few decades. In the 80s, Goldbergs had come to look like this:

The carpet is not only going because of its horrendous purple and red patterning, like a sea with blotches of bright vomit swirled with a "G". Also contributing are the dog sized hole, an entirely separated middle join, and the trapdoor-like cut0ut sections that can be lifted up and put back down if you so please. I've therefore negotiated its demise with my landlady, to take place over the next couple of weeks.

The premise of the party was thus to dress either 70s, or carpet. A couple of the guys did both, with open necked shirts - door prizes (booby prizes?) for them. The dress code wasn't strictly enforced, but it helps set an atmosphere, right? Some 70s funk streaming radio from the internet set the rest of the mood, along with a potent Midori Illusion punch bowl.

A local charity shop contributed a horrendous purple and red shirt in dazzling test-pattern, to match the carpet. It was wrong, and is now gifted on.

The dependable international crew got the party started.

Every good theme party needs a posing section:
Luke and Ariane...

Axier, in his "new" Armani white trousers and paisley shirt and tie...

The smoking Angel with stamina, Dawn...

Luke (keeping the posing section alive, shock!) ...

Then, the slap and tickle section. Highlight was Michelle, finding Clemens' tickley nurples.

People also drank, and talked, as you might expect, but these aren't such photographically noteworthy activities. There was a spurt of Year 9 ballroom dancing, and some sharing of Baileys, and new acquaintances struck between folks who hadn't previously met.

Carmen arrived with her three visitors from Spain, Nuria, Irene and Esti,

And Kat, one of the two Waterpoint leaders at Beltane 2008, graciously popped in after a day's work.

Nicci arrived with entourage Bernie and Erin in a blaze of hazy glory and activity,

but faded and spent the majority of her evening catching up on overdue shut-eye.

All in all, a damn fine party. I'm getting to like this party business.