Sunday flood....

TAking from spicy's idea..I did not have a sunday flood but a sunday brunch. This time I went very light...not much food, only a cake, some pancakes, cheese, croissants, bread and a stuffed turkey as left overs. Lots of talk about life, the hard lessons of life, the awful things about life, the important things about life and how F. hunts in clubs.

Then it was time to head to my parents for a light dinner. V. came along there and did he stuff himself with food. Poor heart, he had then to follow on the eating binge by a drinking binge.  Though this is where my master plan failed. I had to join in the drinking binge..yeeeks!!! Got to go home utterly pissed and luckily managed to catch the last bus home.

 

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....

Express Dinner

Today I was supposed to have three couples of friends over for dinner and R. Little was my surprise when A.R called to inform me, that a bunch of ragmattaz were coming over to my place for dinner. That if my maths were still up to scratch, ment that we would be thirteen for dinner. Fine I thought as I did cook for a regiment. Things were rather smooth, till B. calls and I invite him over, he declines. A.R calls asking if he can bring along brazilian gazilian and then B. calls to say he is coming and if he could bring along A.A.

Thus we were suddenly 15!!! Somehow I started to panick and rushed home from friend's place where they had the luck to see their upcoming life when their child turned into super hyperactive doll when in company of a another's friends hypra hyperacative mongrel. I tell you never have kids that is the secret to a sedate and serene life. Just look at me.........

So back home, cooking more to cover the appetite of the guests, which in turn arrived quite on time. At the beginning we had two subgroups, the couples and the gay fashionatas. Then the discussion started being kidnapped by the gays and turned into an explanation of what was the week in the Canaries. Then, whilst everyone was finishing dinner, A.A. arrived......F. happened to meet him in the lobby when going to get his phone in his car and didn't he dashed to the car, took the phone, slammed the car door and dash back in the hope of meeting him again and taking the lift with him?..."Peine perdue" as the french would say it. So A.A comes in and suddenly all the gay contigent lift their heads as if they saw a new messiah and start queuing up to say hello to him with the ubiquitous and compulsory french "bises". A.A. gets himself seated on the sofa besides F. who when opening his eyes, turns round, makes a jump realising that drooling object is close to him! And F. started his court show in order to put the seduction play into action. A.A was seeing none of it.

Then there was the photorama session on the Canaries and the choreography rehearsal. Suddenly all the three girls sat on the first row  and were the most interested public. The rehearsal went to the dolldrums and that is a bad omen for sunday's rehearsal.....I better train a couple of times before making myself a fool......but then everyone loves a fool....

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.

Chicken tonight!

Some of you may know the adage "Friday! Chicken tonight!". Basically a PR trick launched by the chicken lobby to get people to eat more hormone ladded chicken on the wake of the mad cow disease.So tonight as I am having A.R, B., object of desire that is in the process of being flushed from my system and myself. A.A could not make unfortunately. 

What was supposed to start as a easy thing started to get slightly more complicated when A.R & B. complained that they did not like liver. OK I am the one to blame, why did I have to ask them if they liked the stuff....should just have said nothing and present it under their noses this evening. Surely, etiquette rules states that they would have just eaten it, and then rush to the toilets to throw it all up. So there will be liver on the menu tonight. Unless they read the blog before 20.00 and remind me again that they do not like liver.

The interesting thing will be to know if I managed to flush object of desire from the brain compartment dealing with obsessions. If this  is not the case, I fear for my sanity....