Enter the absurd:
We were invited to a party for Guy Fawkes Day and found ourselves hanging out in a yurt on top of a building in east London with a rockin’ party around us.
We huddled together for warmth under a heater on the rooftop as our breath hung in the air.
“Now it feels like winter. It isn’t winter without Guy Fawkes Day.” said our friend Kate. We found ourselves hanging out and staying with them again in London. It wasn’t enough to take Spanish classes with them in Guatemala, or celebrate Halloween in Bocas del Toro as toilet paper mummies. We needed to hang out on their own turf.
So a little understanding about the celebrations:
Many Americans (such as Shaun and I) are incredibly confused about the whole debacle. Since we’ve been educated, we figured we would pass on the information.
They do not celebrate Guy Fawkes. They celebrate the demise of him. They burn an effigy of him to punish him for trying to blow up Parliament. This is not V for Vendetta. This has nothing to do with Anonymous. “Remember, remember, the 5th of November” is to show solidarity of his failed plot and assassination of King James.
…celebrated with a crap ton of fireworks and bonfires (also known as Bonfire Night).
But we found ourselves freezing our as*ses off on the top of the roof and I couldn’t imagine a more perfect place. The music was perfect. The mood was perfect. Our BYOB was perfect.
The vibe of the party was so incredibly atmospheric – I felt like I belonged in London. I felt as though I was part of the cool “in crowd”. I felt part of the community.
It was awesome.
And from this inspiration comes one of my favorite sets. There is nothing overly special about them but it captures the party so perfectly. I couldn’t have asked for more.