"_A Stomper's Guide is Reece Webster's underground column. A place for reflection and the diary of a recovering party addict.
IT SEEMS LIKE EVERY PARTY I GO TO AT THE MOMENT I HAVE NO IDEA WHO’S HOUSE I’M IN; NOR WHO 90% OF THE PEOPLE PRESENT ARE.
And I definitely haven’t had invites. I am often met at the door with some confusion so I don my widest smile and the expectant look of someone meant to be there which relaxes the gatekeeper and entry is given.
This weekend was no exception, though at the first shindig I knew one or two present from the previous week where I’d gate-crashed another party. Quickly refreshing their names, we instantly had some form of kinship and I was even invited to play a game of pass the parcel (a wholly more adult version of the game with some interesting forfeits such as the erotic eating of a Flump).
The party on Saturday had an entirely different flare. Again I knew none but the companions I had turned up with. This time, however, I shared a common community with the residence: the free-party scene.
As is typical when meeting people from this scene we first set about laying the ground work: which sound systems we represented and were affiliated with.
After said exchange I was instantly at ease, that it was like meeting up with old friends. It is yet more proof that our community of weekend warriors is the most open, inviting and social accepting group of people you could ever meet. So long as you like abandoned warehouses, muddy fields and very large stacks of speakers.