The last time we attended a Camel party, it was shut down early and I was not impressed! However, the organisers came right back at us with this party and I was loving it. This time Layo and Bushwacka were in town, at the Old Biscuit Mill in Woodstock.
Friday night started off with watching the first half of the rugby by myself at home, before heading off at half time to Mitch’s place. Mitch is the Party Liaison and never misses a party. So I saddled up in the VR3 and piloted myself towards Mitch to watch England get lightly hammered into the ground with a jackhammer, while drinking a Peroni.
The game was an utter punishing, but one of the greatest moments came not from the players, but from an England supporter! The camera panned onto the crowd, and on one guy in particular who was not looking happy! The pearler though came when you looked just to his left and saw one of the England fans slugging back on his hip flask! It was too funny and pretty much summed up the game in a very short and sweet way.
We rolled into The Old Biscuit Mill in Woodstock just after 11pm(It started at 9pm), to be met by the usual entrance to the Camel parties. Girls standing behind Apple Macbooks waiting to verify your ID to make sure that you are in fact on the list for the party. I swung my ID their way, they put a bracelet on my arm and I rolled in, in a blaze of glory. Jerry D had arrived earlier and when I strolled in he was already drinking vodka and Red Bull with Nedine. Layo and Bushwacka were already inside, mixing it up at a crazy pace.
This immediately spelled trouble in my mind. The last time myself and Jerry D got together to drink these beverages, we started at 6pm and I only arrived home at about 2am, after catching a lift with a friend who was luckily out, because I had no lift and was in a club by myself.
The crowd: Milling
Anyway, I settled for a double vodka and coke, which was obviously not going down well in Jerry’s mind. I think he was shocked, and after that drink he made sure that all I had was vodka and Red Bull. The results were hilarious as I went through various stages of Red Bull craziness. Dancing right in front of the DJ box, smoking a Hampton Court cigar, not recognising famous people and generally living excessively.
The famous person thing was quite funny actually. Nedine was talking to this girl, who I assumed was a friend of hers. Anyway, she introduces me to this girl, and I said “Hi I’m Sean” I then looked at her, expecting that she would tell me her name. She just smiled and said hello. Then nothing. No name. I then said again, “Hi I’m Sean, what’s your name?” She then smiled and said “Tamara” That’s wicked I thought, and I made my way to the general bar area for a refill.
Nedine came up to me shortly afterwards and said “Don’t you know who that is?”
I said “No”
“It’s Tamara Dey”
“Oh” I said, not knowing why she was telling me this.
“She’s the singer!”
I still had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. I did a quick Google search on Saturday morning, first spelling her surname “Day”. Gosh. Idiot! Anyway, I know know who Tamara Dey is! Sorry Tamara, I will recognise you next time! On a side note here, I purchased the South African GQ yesterday, and lo and behold, there was a photo of Tamara in it! Awesome.
We also bumped into DJ’s Roger Goode and Ryan Dent, who I did recognise, hence the photos. They are really cool guys and very chilled out despite their huge success. I also saw Ryan Dent at the Deep Dish Camel party at Workshop 17 a couple of months ago.
Jerry D, Roger Goode, Ryan Dent and the editor
Obviously as the Red Bull went down, and the cigars lit up, we found ourselves being taken towards the dance floor where the action was happening. As usual, they had gone crazy with dancers. We had girls swinging from the roof and people walking around doing the robot the entire night in luminous spandex suits. There were two guys in blue suits who were doing hand stands on the stage, and then jumping using their arms. I have no idea what they were on, but I don’t know how you build that strength. It was sickening!
Maxing it out
The party was mind bending, although it was not that full. I suspect that a lot of people were watching England getting dry cleaned by the Springboks. Then there is also the small fact that Earthdance was taking place this weekend, which would have pulled some of the crowd away. Nonetheless, the DJ’s were awesome, the crowd was nice and small and very classy and Camel are back with this party. Having big names playing like this beats the hell out of listening to some DJ playing a CD in a club while trying to pretend to mix it up.
Crazy!
I’m definitely keen for the next in the series of these parties, as the organisation is slick, the crowd is classy and the DJ’s are flown in from all around the world. Nothing beats that. Thanks Urban Wave, thanks Camel and thanks to Layo and Bushwacka!
On the side here, the only thing that could have maybe been changed was to not schedule the start of the party at the same time as the Springboks were playing England. I arrived two hours late due to this.
Well…it was a Camel party
Sean Lloyd
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