Halloween Trash

Halloween party at Foufou's. The guy is so excited about the whole thing he did prepare his flat, decorated it and awaits expectanly a massive party. I arrived late as I went to meet other friend's for dinner.  When I arrived it was mayhem. People jumping left right and centre, music blasting, alcohol flowing like rivers. I did have a lot to catch up. However as I was flying first thing in the morning, I did reduce my intake to a couple of bubbly glasses and ODed on water and orange juice.....wise move considering how people started to fall like autumn flies at the whiff of the first frost. Our former swimming coach spend most of his time in the bathroom scrying his toilet contents to see future events. These were very obvious even for the non initiated. Poor soul who had take care of him. He did not know him the slightest and it was the first time he got introduced to the mega gang.

Charlotte came dressed as a raped nun, and as the night went along she did end up more like a trashy beaten up nun high on ketamine and crack. Even a desperate tramp would not lay a finger on her. Especially with those skid marks appearing on her former pristine white undies. Virginie came dressed up as a leather black angel, ending up looking like a zombie with heavy dark suitcases under his eyes and a pale complexion.......very impressive and believable junkie look.

 

As usual the party did end up a bit weird, people running after each other, kissing, gropping, vomiting activities going along, though artistic touches where found here and there, especially in the bathroom. It is what we may call contemporary drunken art.  Foufou will have a lot of cleaning to do  the morning after. Considering that the rest of the flat was a terrible mess.

 

 

Keep reminding myself: Never have a party at home. 

B'day and sleeping pills

Today I did managed to wish happy b'day to Vee on the right day.......though the plans to go to the hammam did stutter to an aborption as I somehow managed to confuse the agenda...oh well.

Vee got "slightly" tipsy at parent's place before heading to his parent's place for a celebratory dinner in his honour. I joined Virginie, Charlotte, Alexia and R. for dinner. Fouadima decided not to come as she got freshly dumped by her lover. After some persuasion he did come, though in a complete groggy state. She could not stand nor have a normal conversation, which was an obvious conclusion after having gulped 6 sleeping pills and God knows what else. Off to Alexia's place, Alexia and myself had to carry Fuadima....pump her stomach ourselves, as the SAMU and pompiers did not answer Virginie's calls.....and then put her to bed.

Back to the restaurant and then off to the Raiid (Charlotte, Virginie and myself). Vee being utterly drunk came up as an excuse that he had a meeting early morning and was utterly pissed to be able to come and join us........same as usual..packed and as usual we left Charlotte who supposetly had a work reunion at 8.30 the following day in there......

Got to get briefed by that slapper Charlotte..... 

B'day false alarm

Went to Vee's this morning, bought some pains au chocolat and buzzed at his door at around 10.00....which woke him up. Only after barging forcefully in his flat, singing happy b'day he did tell me, through he squinting eyes that his b'day was tomorrow and not today....oooooops!!!

Class was an eye opener. Things went fine till I gave them a test. Of course the lazy bums started wimpering silly protests, alas for them they had to sit the exam, made up of very easy question. If they did just read through all my lectures they would come out of it with flying colours. Chock, chock horror...they did, all of them, amazingly badly. If they get an F+ that would be a good mark.

Chock therapy needed and shall be applied.....may you pray for their pathetic little souls. 

Another rejection

Sent a CV for medical writer position a couple of days ago...and sulplise!!!! I got another rejection. Good God...it is starting to get a bit boring these rejection letters. they all start with the same bog standard sentence and all contain the word "sorry" in english of the long wrd "malheureusement" in french. That one you can not miss as it usually constitutes the longest word of the letter.

Prostitution the next move? 

Monday Blues

My friends left early morning....my God son with them too...sniff..sniff....It is weird getting back to your flat and finding yourself alone....killed the day by having breakfast with my parents (ages since i saw them) and then past by a friend by his shop. Did help him  build his ste of shelves. They were supposed to be easy to assemble, except that those little buggers were a pain to put together, always found a way to disassemble and nearly chop your fingers off on the way.

Got a lovely little cactus as a thank you present for my help...how sweet......

PS: Learnt today via a friend that Bird brain has weird fetishist taste......obviously his concocted plan for the night came to nothing as he came to swimming practice...  

Brunch

After the dinner we had yesterday, I could not for the life of myself eat anything for breakfast..however my guests looked at me as if I were from Uranus, not understanding how I could not be feeling hungry...well for once I am not pregnant like traktor flickan, not that skinny like platipuss...have to take care for my beach 2009 appearance, heavens! As for Rassie always true to himself.....sweet....

Off to Bilpojke's for brunch...and oh my Lord....what a brunch..loads of nosh served...I do still wonder how we managed to fit it all in our stomachs. Fun to see Billyboy as it was ages since we just walked, talked, laughed etc.....got to see more often..promise!

Amazing how the time boundaries are worped when you have a kid in the vicinity. All seems to revolve around him....his feeding times impose a certain planning as there has to be something in the neighbourhood that serves food in case he suddenly shows sign of hunger. His pram has to be carried around, as he has to sleep before and after eating.....basically, as a kiddie you are fully taken care of......oh the life......of leisure....

 

Sacre Coeur & Dinner

Emmapemma and Ik arrived very early, though with breakfast in their arms. Fun to see them and have a huge breakfast with traktorflickan and Tazzyboy. Ages since we all sat round a table and just talked, talked, talked....rassie making some entrances when he wanted attention or something to eat.

Off to Sacre Coeur and we sat there and brunched before heading to the cathedral. Now why is it called a cathedral and what differentiates a cathedral from a normal church? Better check that out. Bilpojke did join us when we were up the hill and then we spent the day walking, meandring round Paris till I had to leave them for my synchro training.

The latter one was a killer...the warm up was death and at the end we were supposed to do 37.5 meters in apne.......yeeeeeks!!!! And then the choreography. I, who thought of staying just 2 hours ended up staying 3 and a half hours in the water......arrived at home utterly wrecked, but dinner was being coocked by the riff raff that I left earlier on. 

Nice to come home and have dinner served...delicious in addition.

One reason to find yourself a partner.......anyone there up for grabs? 

Strike day

The strike has been extended.....oh lovely France.....so decided to stay put and not even thinking of putting my nose out. Well I had to do some grocery shopping as tazzyboy, traktorflickan and rassie are coming over this evening for the week-end....cool!!!!

Their plane was delayed and landed at 20:00 instead of 18:30......and they did arrive at home past midnight. Apparently traffic jam all over the place between Orly and Denfert Rochereau. The bus was packed, people were standing, steam was running down the window and as there was no drafts a woman did faint....

Welcome to Paris...the city of love!

 

Zei big strike

Utter chaos on the mass transport system. The strike did hit hard, many lines had no traffic what so ever, some had like line 1, that I had the honour to take and enjoying being squashed to a pancake as people were just rushing in to any single free square inch available...now this is what I call optimum space occupancy!

Went to the Giacometti's expo in Beaubourg with the two Vs and Dad. Interesting exhibition may I say. Had a chocolate milkshake at the Georges. And ended up with a stomach ache as it was obviously way to rich and I was quite satiated from lunch........got told off by Vee......oh dear......promise will never ever take up a nutella milkshake.

Gossip catch up

Met my collegue P. for lunch prior to give my classes. Did catch up on the gossip about his dinner on saturday and get to have a different view of the events that covered that dinner.......very very interesting.

Class went OK, students seem to understand everything when you ask them.....surely they just trying to fool me, we shall be in a more certain state next week..hehehehehehehehehe.....Though I came out exhausted from my teaching do and very hungry......forgot how teaching can be a knackering experience when you do it non stop for more than a couple of hours.

Synchronised swimming training sesh.....a killer as usual.....