Glitter Party

Our housemate Jen from Toronto was visiting and we wanted to show her a good time. So we went to the Glitter housewarming party on Saturday night.  I wanted to share it with you all. Glitter house is a rare breed – a collective house in New York city – where almost everyone lives in apartments. This is a cluster of artsy, activisty, gender-queer folks who have lived in a number of dwellings across Brooklyn and this latest establishment is in Bedford-Stuyvesant. I had been warned by the invitation that this was going to be a true fete. The house is an odd spiral, with only one room on a floor, circling up four flights to a ‘top kitchen’. Each wall was covered in draperies, posters for May Day's General Strike, and gorgeousness. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

There was a basement kitchen with djs and a bar serving bourbon and lemonade, the ground floor housed only a pump organ, around which guests gathered singing four part Appalachian harmonies. I tried to do this and then slunk up the stairs, still unsure whether I was an alto or a tenor.  Then up to the mountain room – with piles of books covered in glossy black and green fabric - and the bed that the kids would crash on later. Onwards and upwards to the cloud room, all draped in soft white material and then to the kitchen where ‘alien heads’ were served. The alien heads were grape leaves stuffed with lentils, with faces poked into them. There was also a night sky of bean dip, punctuated by space ships of roasted carrots, planets of roasted beets, and salt as the stars. I am so lucky to know such weirdos.