The Great Super Heroes day

Be ready...today is the day....Super heroes theme party on at wonder-woman alter ego's place.

Spent a good time of the day preparing my disguise. Wonder Burka: The great afghani super hero. She, who always appears down the streets of Kabul, in tight revealing clothes, belly button proudly showing and micro skirt a must. When a nasty imperialistic yankee arrests a poor innocent explosive belt wearing taleban, she rushes to a delabrated builiding, spins around herself and after an explosion of light and sparkles comes out as Wonder Burka! In her DKNY classy black coloured burka comes to the rescue of her Taleban fellow and kicks the butt out the christian pig american GI.....Wonder Burka, there to restore the pride of afghani women and help the nice Taleban jihadisht conduct their daily business.

In the meanwhile, A.R. was panicking.....as usual......left everything to the last minute. Got even slightly stroppy with Teddy Koala 'cuz we was incapable of getting some ice from the local Maccadies......

Off to JP's place to get diguised, bubbly flowing, moi getting my second disguise on. I was not going to be boring Wonder Burka all night long. Sweating under that cheap home made black nylon burka which in addition makes everything from drinking, eating or dancing a dangerous sporting activity. So on my Wonder Woman red glittery thigh high high heel boots (they had a roaring success..the boots alas not me) to steal the limelight from A.R. puny's attempt to diguise himself in Wonder Woman. Virginie and Charlotte did as usual have the most innovative and outrageous disguises. On the way to the party, JP last floor neighbour (a cuty blonde) nearly got raped on the stairwell by Charlotte and Foufou, to save A.R. from having to socialise with the ugly people.....he wants glamour for glamour and be surrounded by beautiful people. We came out all dressed in the middle of the Marché St Honoré amongst the crowd of punters and clients to the restaurant that populate that square....Charlotte did her show as usual..getting the most attention. Pictures were being taken and then we zoomed off on the scooters to the party...

Amazing how much attention and ostentatiously flirty you can be on the scooter, dressed as drag and still get away with most of the stuff....

At the Party.....A.R. attemps to be dressed as Wonder Woman, was as previously said puny...very puny..Those boots...they were just horrible! A poor attempt to have red boots that ended up looking more like mops than anything else...tsk tsk tsk...nope...obviously there will be just one wonder woman at the party and that will be myself....once I get rid of the Wonder Burka. Bubbly flowing...people dancing, talking, music playing loud and police knocking on the door by 23.00......It transpired that Puny Wonder Woman forgot to "advertise" her party to her neighbours....big mistake! At the end he did get a notice to appear before a magistrate's court delivered to him at 2.00 am when the piggies came back again. Way to go Alexia!

Party was fun fun fun....lots of picture taken. Mini Hulk did take around 200!!! I dread to see some of them. Jean Pierre Barda was there too. Very nice person, and it was fun talking to him and oh boy I did luuuuuuurve his boots... Talking about boots, I managed to split the heels of one of mine open, when falling down in the stairway when a bunch of queens tried to make it to the street, in a very discreet maner to get some air. Only tragedy struck when the automatic lights did switch off in the stairway and I fell flat faced on the stairs landing on my bum all the way down and feeling every single one of the 27 remaining steps.......Needless to say, screams were heard which did not aleviate Alexia's future problems with his neighbours.

After the party...well when Wonder Alexia got handed his summon order, we headed to Crazyvores, after having changed of course. And the festivities continued to the wee hours....

 

It was a wonder party... 

Week day.....Six....J-1

Buzz was on as today was a big event. Four of our PA club members were celebrating today their b'day. Theme was "Idole Kitch" which in pétasse land seems to translate into "se tarlouzer à donf!". After my mishap with the high heels, I was surely not going to cross dress. Magninmous me, after having slept about 4 hours and having breakfast at my parent's went on and woke up V. Muahhahahahahahaa...how  nice of me.

 B. was having trouble finding a disguise, after going with him to a disguise shop, we loitered for ages looking at various things and he couldn't come with anything. At the end had to give him my precious fake fur panther patterned cloth. I meanwhile decided to go as Mister Motivator.

ex-OOD was going to go as Lawrence of Arabia and thus came home to pick up his disguise. We did have dinner, drank a bit, chatted for a while and managed to give him a sugar rush attack. Though when we looked at the clock we were really late....on the way there, people started calling us wondering where the heck we where. But I had to do "mon entrée" as I am Chausson d'Or proud owner now...a mini star! And oh boy which entrée we did...the place was packed, it felt as I was worped into überparty-gaycosmonova. Impressive. Bubbly flowing continuously, moi dying of heat under my Mister Motivator shell suit and people dancing and screaming.

Few hours later, people started droping like flies either going home, sleeping in the only bed available or "driving the bus" as we like to say in Sweden. Moi with the alcoholic education I have been having lately, kept scavenging for more bubbly.....

On our way back, B. decided to take us back home. A.R was utterly drunk and kept pestering myself and B. whilst he was being very nice to b'day boy L. and ex-OOD.....that is A.R. for you, nice when sober and horrid when drunk. Though some misshap was to come, B.'s car decided to die for good on us, in the middle of the street. A.R vanished when we tried to park the car, b'day boy L. got his olive tree stolen when he left it on the pavement for 3 minutes to help us push the car. Worse was to come to A.R who I heard that he picked up two young boys on his way home. Once there, they left him after knicking his phone, his camera and a bottle of Gucci perfume...he tried to give the chase, but being utterly drunk, fell on the stairs and once in the street they were gone......Never ever pick up someone when you are pissed out of your tits.

Week...day five

thought of being slightly unpredictable and skip science day. I could go on about why harmonics can give headaches to NASA space engineers and why they have to be minimised when launching a rocket. Instead we shall have a science free friday. I will retale you my exciting day...forgot what happened, but I remember consumming some spirits.

Oh now it all comes! I have made my first step in stardom!!! Got the 2007 Chausson d'Or for best comical performance. Basically it was an excuse to meet up with the basket ball team and have a party. We got to visualise our arty farty shows given at the TIP at the loco last month. And oh my Lord..........I can tell you that I am an utter crap dance performer, though not as bad as V. So anyway managed somehow to win an award. Then party started!!! Bubbly and more bubbly was poured in glasses, dancing was on and suddenly the high heels, dresses, boa feathers, leather items came out of the wardrobe and it became trans-leather-taffiole galore! Something I can say, is that I do not understand how women can run let alone walk in stilletos. As soon as I did put them on, my toes were in pain, I got cramps and could hardly walk!

See it is much more exciting than just having to learn about some important scientific fact that may change your life in the future...... Pctures of the party to come soon..but you may have to wait a bit.

Week day....four

Realised that I forgot to wish my dear girlfriend L. best wishes for her birthday.So now we shall wish her a happy b'day every year. So keep it that important date on your calendars, or add it if you have not put it down...NOW!!!!

Then got all technological, around the world, one more time. You didn't get it did you? These are three titles from an über known french group: Daft Punk. Got a surprise as I happened to be invited to their concert yesterday evening in a private box. So bubbly galore in the fridge!!!! OK I could not resist the call of bubbly, though after listening to the first part and downing my second bubbly decided that enough was enough and switched to water. Then came Daft Punk....very good concert in the way that the sound was amazing, the light effects very good and the crowd amazing. It felt like being in a huge disco.

 When the concert finished, people just took their mobiles out to call them back. Quite good trick as if felt you were somewhere utterly out of space.  

The main thing about Bercy was the "fosse"...it is huge! And it was packed.

So the concert was fun, felt as if in a huge disco. But it only lasted 1h20 minutes and it was obviously all pre-mixed and played playback. Daft Punk did not mix direct live, which is a big shame as accordlingly they are pretty good at doing live mixing and getting the crowd with them. What saved them was the famous tunes, the light effects, the sound and the crowd going bezerk. Though it was all in all fun.