Ity trip day 1

Woke up darn early....well I could not sleep for some reason...Managed to get us to the airport well in time. Still felt utterly wonky considering the few hours of sleep I did managed to have the last couple of days.

Playstation was there in the waiting lounge waiting to be used. First we had to make the little boy, who was playing, understand that he better get back to his mother. Once this done, play could start. Ex-OOD sucked in the racing game big time....needless to say who the winner was.

Arrived at Milan. Trip was OK, on the way to the central station, ex-OOD saw a Burger King sign and fix of the day was needed. After leaving our bags at the station, headed for the only BK in town by the Duomo.

How romantic and touristic. We continued with some shopping as ex-OOD wanted to get a new suitcase. After a couple of hours the model of choice was localised and ready to be bought in the next couple of days. 

My friend S. joined us later on and we went on for some aperitivo. I went for a negrito and after one I was half drunk, after the second I could hardly feel my legs....oh dear.....my liver is bound to suffer from this trip.

Week....day three

That is wednesday for you. What was supposed to be a quiet day, turned into a frantic day meeting people, lunching, drinking, meeting  friends for coffee, getting home to change, go to a cocktail priorly getting soaked on the way of course, leaving cocktail to meet friends for dinner, drinking more and even more and doing two bars at the end........to finish home late. I told you that being unemployed can be stressing some days!

Andrew Bird

Off to an Andrew Bird concert with my bestest mate A.. Only problem is that I have no clue who the heck this Andrew Bird is.......in the meanwhile got woken up too early after yesterday's piss up dinner to go to the airport. That done, got stuck in the lovely traffic jam...oh Paris, city of luuuurve, gay Paris, city of car fumes and traffic jams, so beautiful!

Then off for lunch with family and again got to drink a wee too much. Master plan going down the drain! So for dessert I decided not to go for the sublime chocolate fondant by the very light colonel. By the time I reached home, I was in such a state..better not describe it here.

Le rateau magique

Back to blogoland and more adventure from this side. If you assiduously followed I had dinner yesterday grouping B, A.R and object of desire on the verge of being flushed from my system (aka OODOTVOBFFMS). Dinner started well, B. came on time and whilst waiting for the other two we just downed a wee amount of alcohol. We sat had dinner, a "slightly" spicy soup and then the main course. Wine was flowing, discussions were engaged and food was eaten. I surprisingly found myself being quite effective in dampening my lust for OODOTVOBFFMS. Then by around 2.00 we decided to treck it to the IN club in Pétasse-land: The CUD. Big mistake!!!! As once there, the reptile part of my brain took over and sudenly OODOTVOBFFMS was climbing up skyrocket speed in my "Luuuuuurve" chart. CUD was packed, spent a good time talking to OOD. But could not bring myself to make zeii killer move again. So it took a while before I could summon the courage and guts that were to be used the next 10 years, when I zoomed in singing:

"He was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene

I said dont mind, but tell me if I am the one

Who will dance on the floor in the round

He did dance with me on the floor in the round"

"He told me his name was **** as he was drinking beer

Then my head turned with eyes that dreamed of having a free sip

Whilst I danced on the floor in the round"

"People always bumping into each other

That is the way to dance in the CUD

Don't bother trying to just stand quietly and look around

As you will be taken by the crap music playing!!"

"ODD is not my lover,

He is just a guy who likes his beer

But my reptile brain is on

He just keeps on drinking whilst I keep on lusting...."

 

Errr we are loosing the thread here, so I summoned like Heman all my courage and went for the zei secret killer move: The snog. Did utter some words to lead a discussion further on to see if my feelings were reciprocrated and he came out with the trump card: Rateau magique. Though at least I am settled and can go on, like a praying mantis seeking for other mice. B., R. and myself decided it was time to leave the CUD leaving ex-OOD in there, on our way home we just happened to pass by the Raid and the Bears' Den, where B.'s pheromones were too hard to resist by a frenchie bear from the 93........B. one day we shall not be there to rescue you and it will then hurt.

Eurovision 2006 the Debauched evening.

And then came the day, the anticipation was getting heavier and heavier, almost palpable. Thirty girlies united in a room with booze and food ready to watch the Eurovision 2006 contest. The summum of european contribution to sing/song writing/performance/production in the worldly field of music. The noise was overwhelming as everyone was chatting with one another trying to catch up on last hour's gossip, till he came on TV. Mikko Lepilampi, presenting, next to the ubiquitous bimbo, the show.

 

 

Here I present you Mikko....

 

 

 

Anyway the show now started, food and booze was flowing and from the various contribution you could see that the gay attitude was very very very in (Spain, Bielorussia, Sweden, France,Ukraine, UK). Though some have not yet sussed the hair thin subtleties between Eurovision Glam Kitch (Sweden,Ukraine, UK) and gay prancing (Spain, Bielorussa). Others took the two notions far too seriously (France) or the competition way too seriously (Bosnia-Herzegovina). So far during the contribution act no incidents happened. Then the voting starting and this created mayhem. Glasses were broken, drinks were spilled. You normal party side activities where anyone can join in.

In my view the best contribution was Ukraine.

How more glam and kitch can you get!!!!!!

A.A. was as well part of the crew. Though as the evening went by and more alcohol was consumed, more accidents happened. Eurovision finished, so we could only blame it on the excessive amount of alcohol ingested. A.A managed even to spill red wine on the white carpet. A.R started to chase after a guest that did fill his selection criterias, small, chunky but a bit ropey looking. B. was utterly drunk by then, the only person in the room that could compete with him was the upstair's neighbour (a woman) that wanted B. to have his first heterosexual liasion with her. Then B. lost it utterly.....he went on to snog K. who is not his type at all (mind you K. could hardly stand and was trying to engage the physical attention of anything that moved) and then scored with A.A!!!!!! Meanwhile I was running after someone and it all ended in a flop as I got to go home alone...sniff..sniff...after a visit to l'Insolite, which somehow got cut short, as something was burning in there.....It must have been the hot hot hot Eurovision night.