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..... 

Champagne week-end...

Since the scheduled interview I was supposed to have got rescheduled at 20.16 local time, I could kiss good bye to the friday swimming training session. I decided instead to prepare my bags and have dinner at home before joining the criminal gang that was going to spend the week-end in bubbly land. The members are GeePee, Excess luggage, Mini Hulk, Virginie, Fouadima, Alexia and myself.

We did hit the road around midnight in a brand new ugly Ford minivan. Fouadima who was getting all excited about travelling together so we could talk, have a good laugh all the way to destination, pulled , within 20 minutes of the trip, her new portable puter, stuck on the head phones, started watching porno movies, then switched to the more IQ challenging Heroes before crashing and sleeping.

Meanwhile I realised I do have a dilemna. I started this game " retale the most embarrassing moments of your life". Alexia and Excess luggage had heap of stories to tell, Mini Hulk too...and I, digging deep in memory lane could not find a single event. Even a lame one. That means that I have either most of my life lived a secluded reserved life or that nothing pretty much embarrasses me.....

I do not want to decide which option is the correct one.

IGLA....Squash hell

Silly me, registered for the squash tournament that was taking part on the TIP which coincided with the IGLA. I have not touched a raquet for ages and was I not surprised to see that the organisers did put me on the "Good players" category. Why oh why did I decide to play squash, the present athletes are far far far away from the beauties i could have admired in the swimming pool. OK there one a beautiful piece of cake amongs the squash randoms, but he was a volley ball player that happens to play from time to time squash.

I was dead tired too since I got very little sleep for the past 2 days (about 5 hours), woke up early to cook some food for the 30 guests I was supposed to host tonight...so I was not feeling fresh at all. Played and made it all the way to the quarters!!! Was very happy to loose my quarters match as I had to rush home and finish cooking for the hungry guests that would arrive soon. Guess I must have a made a slight impression on my squash team mates and on Stefan who decided to give me three lustful kisses on my mouth when I was leaving. I must have an effect on german men and again I did not realise he was flirting with me all day.....I just thought he was being nice and chatty........Need to fix my flirting radar.

 Back home, cooked what was left to do, R. and F. came in on time to help me and the guests did arrive. The whole thing went fine, they liked the food. Everyone had a good time (I think). Got to exercise my mingling and hosting skills. Hans did have a blast chatting loudly and laughing histerically. At the end I have to say I did thouroughly enjoyed the event. The whole party went to a crescendo when I started popping the bubbly bottles and they just got drunk like water. Sven and Paul arrived just when everyone left and the party continued on till the wee hours of the night. 

The wake up call at 7.00 to be at the swimming pool by 8.15 will be a harsh one. 

 

Ooooo...yes what happened, I guess you want the saucy details....well you had to be here if you wanted them.....just I got to know the "Arse", the "Atomizer", the "heavenly masseur" amongst others....

Pink TV

Boy oh boy did I get tricked big time today. Earlier was an important day for us the swimmers since we had to rehearse the closing ceremony for the IGLA competition. So the rehearsal was to be done by the pool like if it were the real thing. I did spend most of yesterday afternoon rehearsing in front of my computer on a lousy quality video, with lousy quality music in the living room. The rehearsal was a real disaster, but then it got better and better the more we tried it and at the end we managed to get it look OK....though some more practice is needed.

Then this is when I got tricked, as they needed for the second show an extra to complete the set. F. nicely did propose my name and that was it, there was no escape... I thus became dwarf "happy" in the new choreography Snow white. That thing was actually a mess, it was the first time we got to see it and try it. We were all over the place, the steps were changed every time, and we have only one week left. The problem is that this choreography will not be played live in front of the swimmers but in front of the TIP athletes at a disco at 1.00 am. Expect 3 000 pairs of eyes looking at you making a hash of yourself, live on stage. That is it, I can say that any attempt of seducing, getting hitched or even getting courted are just nullified by a factor of a billion!!! J. and myself decided to take some bottles of bubbly with us and get it on drinking them backstage. At least that way we ought to look like trash ridicule stars.