It was probably around this time eight years ago, I was cleaning up from the first party I co-hosted in the apartment I lived in at Kenmore Square. It was an old brownstone in the middle of a graceful decline -- tall ceilings, french doors and peeling wallpaper, and it was rented by
arcanus,
sogellag and sogellag's boyfriend, Gabe. I had just graduated from university and was looking for a place to live. They were losing a roommate and had a vacancy. A few weeks before I moved in, they invited me to a party of theirs. It was packed to the ceiling with people I didn't know but wanted to know, interesting people with highbrow conversation, edgy fashion sense and odd hair.
arcanus asked me if I minded having parties like this after I moved in and I said no, not at all. I knew, at the time, that he was popular -- this up and coming DJ who was tight with the BU students that formed the bulk of the younger range in Boston's goth/industrial scene -- but I didn't realize how popular until after I moved in and started throwing parties.
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