Who doesn’t love a house party? During my teenage years, there weren’t many Friday or Saturday nights that didn’t involve drinking games in somebody’s kitchen, but in recent years house parties seem to have been replaced with pre-drinking and going out. Last night was a welcome reminder of the fun of dancing on sofas, trampling in gardens for private conversations and waking up disorientated, squished next to friends.
My favourite bit of house parties has always been the morning after. I love waking up surrounded by all my friends, seeing the sun shine through the windows on the remnants of the night before and sharing the first bleary-eyed moments of the day with everybody else. Picking your way through fresh clutter and retrieving your belongings from under makeshift beds and misplaced furniture.
TAPE PARADE 
pretty photographs!
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