So, nothing much has happened in the past few days, only for the fact that L. is finally back from L.A. and for quite a while now, it seems. She looks happier than ever, though it's probably due to some kind of ecstatic state (as she arrived yesterday) that will probably fade in a couple of days.
Today was an "old friends' day" as I had lunch with A.L.; drinks with L., A.L and H. (yes, believe it or not, he just happened to be walking by the café where we were enjoying a couple of drinks in the sun, and stopped by for an hour or so to have a drink with us), then more drinks and dinner with L. and A.L. then even more drinks with M. (and she remains as talkative as ever!) ...
Yes, I am not ashamed to say that I spent my day drinking cider then red wine in the sunlight (and moonlight, later) eating cheese, chatting the day away. And it felt good. (Hence my quite disheveled account of my day/afternoon/evening)
Tomorrow I'm suposed to go and see an exhibition (photography with L.) then drinks and dinner with A.L. who wants to introduce me to some of her friends, in a bar which is quite similar to Gordon's Wine bar (near Embankment) in London. Lovely.
(oh, and I'm supposed to get HEC's results tomorrow around 5pm - hence the heavy drinking - though I don't really need an excuse for that)
Thursday M. is finishing her exams at 2.30pm, so it's bound to be another day of heavy drinking, then dinner with friends.. Then (probably before dinner actually) an exhibition's opening: a guy whom I know has been literally advertising his face all around Paris for years now (the concept was: does a great artist enjoy good publicity or does advertisement make a good artist?) he basically took ONE picture of himself, 
and stuck it as posters anywhere (and everywhere) in Paris (not only on his car but also walls, billboards, buildings, road signs etc).
and stuck it as posters anywhere (and everywhere) in Paris (not only on his car but also walls, billboards, buildings, road signs etc).And he's finally ('maybe') revealing his true identity to 'the world' on Thursday. He's not going to do it though, it's just a bit more advertising. But EVERYONE knows his face in Paris, though most people don't know WHO he is. Funny.
Anyways, we're then supposed to attend a party at the Pulp (a former lesbians' nightclub) with one of the owners of the biggest advertising company in Paris.. She's good fun, and the night's bound to be good..
Friday so far isn't really booked, except for an event called 'Urban Litterature' where a handful of actors 'read' famous texts by various people (from the French poet Baudelaire through Salman Rushdie, Bret Easton Ellis, Marcel Proust, to lyrics by IAM - a French rap crew) which sounds really interesting.
I've so far described my schedule for the next few days, only to state that:
"I'm back in business"!
Or rather trying to keep myself busy so I won't have to think about the fact that I don't have a job, I'm terribly lazy (I'm beginning to think it's a medical condition... A.M - who's supposed to know everything medically-wise - do you believe it is?) and I'm still 3 weeks away from my 'real' holidays...
That's all for now.
"Paris calling", by Frenchie.
I miss you biatches!
Ps: I've forgotten to mention that I had a free Power Plate trial today (only the 5th in 3 years, I'm way past the trial sessions now lol) and my entire body hurts like hell! I'm so under-exercised! Will probably sign up for this one though, as they do student discounts (up to 50% off) it's only, literally, 3 seconds away from home, and offers the most competitive prices you could find in Paris right now.. Hell, I'm going to suffer, and on a weekly basis.. I must be a masochist!!
Pps: yep, I'm still obsessed with colourful stripes ah ah!
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