Some of us are addicted to all the pretty little things that come along with long term, committed relationships; the reassurance of a known kiss on your lips. The moments she says I love you. Working through each other’s differences and coming tolove the other person’s flaws.
Then, there are the rest of us who lost that resolve a long…long… time ago. Its not that we don’t appreciate those things – we do. We’re just addicted to an entirely different aspect of human interaction: moments.We thrive off the glance across the room. Live for goose bumps that crawl on your skin the first time he touches you. We yearn for that last passionate kiss goodbye the morning after, because that’s the first, last, and only morning there will ever be. And we’re really okay with that.
For those of us whose lives are too chaotic to untangle the web that is the dating world, who relish a life with no strings attached, and who flourish off the highs of emotively charged interactions (or for those of us who spent the last five weekends listening to Mumford and Son’s white blank page on the floor of our rooms, wondering where it all went wrong), nights like last night’s Slapbox at the Hoxton Square Bar and Kitchen were created just for us.
Arriving in fancy dress, hundred’s of Hoxton’s finest came pinned with a number for identification that amassed in an evening of monstrous mayhem. The night not only included live music performances and a slow dance segment for those old souls in the house, but accumulated in a giant read out of shameless messages written from one numbered costumed creature to another.
Before the stroke of midnight, zombies were making their moves on beer maids, tigers were dancing with witches, and ghosts were haunting the skeletons by the bar. On this night of hallowed nights, the moments created in this underworld were pulled from beyond the imagination and lead the party into an energetic, buoyant perplexity of frivolous fun. Hoxton’sslapbox single’s night proved a hit!
Who knows what happened to the other pumpkins and goblins when the clock struck 2am and we had to leave our netherworld of fantastical hedonism. As for me, I certainly found my moment of fun. And I’m sure if you catch any of the events coming up at the Hoxton Square Bar and Kitchen, you will too.
