So I guess it's my turn, right?

Ok lovelies

If even Divorcée has started writing on the blog, I figured I should be contributing a little too..

First and foremost: the smoking ban isn't as bad as I thought (only because I don't often go to bars or restaurants during the week, thus I do not smoke)..

My friends and I have all caught pneumonia as we only chose go to bars with terrasses now (albeit mostly heated ones) so we can drink and smoke without having to go out and back in again and back out... which means that you can check out whomever's walking by and comment on their age/outfit/shoes/bad taste/good taste/facelift/lack of facelift/ugly boyfriend/cute girlfriend - grr/bad manners... I guess you see the point.

Gossip is France's favorite activity. Or at least Paris'.

I've also decided to bring a little culture back in my life, and have filled evenings (post-work) with events that I should attend (exhibition openings, movie premieres, plays, concerts) so that: I wouldn't have a single evening with nothing planned, to force me out of my recent grandma's lifestyle (breakfast, transport, work, lunch, work, transport, diner, bed); and so I'd be a little smarter at the end of the month. As you might imagine, that's not going so well, as exhibition openings and premieres etc all have free champagne to offer, and the bar has a tendency to receive more attention from me than the actual (shitty) artworks/movies, therfore leading to a drunken end of the night, dinner at 2am and bed at 3..

Last week was H's birthday, which he decided "not to celebrate as he couldn't be bothered to see his friends" - who were annoying him, but he still met up with some of them at La Flèche d'Or (the Golden Arrow) as a couple of our friends were playing a gig there. I went to the theatre first and joined them afterwards, to give H his present (a camera: Holga - Lomographic) which J (remember M's ex boyfriend? she's dating his best friend now.. rings a bell?) and I had bought. Then J, H, V (a guy friend of theirs, really cool and funny) and I all went for dinner at 2am. It was weirdly a really good time, lots of laughter and good food and wine.

But that wasn't the end of the "non"-celebrations.. Yesterday, H had decided to celebrate his birthday after all (with another friend of his - from the Pain O Chokolat "crew" - whose birthday was a week ago), and had chosen for that.. to privatise Le Baron, which is simply one of the trendiest - hardest to get in - clubs in Paris. Hum. So L and I got there (she was with her new boyfriend before, was kinda drunk and couldn't wait to go back to his to join him again - blah) along with AL's best friend. (AL being the girl I went to New York with, in case I've lost you with all the initials already).

We started drinking, and after a couple hours the night got really weird. J and V were there too, and by 2 am H, J, V, AL's best friend and I had decided to leave the club H had privatised to go to another party!

Funny.

AL's best friend and I were standing outside the club, trying to decide whether we should take a cab or ride with any of the boys who had drunk quite a bit already, when a guy walked up to us and started randomly talking to us. He was Micky Green's guitarist (see video attached of one of micky green's songs) and told us - major scoop, no one knows yet, not even micky green lol - that he was leaving her to do shows with his other band - called Spleen - and that we should come to his next concerts.. We had seen them in concert before, and they're really good, so we agreed, and then discovered that one of these concerts is with Keziah Jones in three weeks' time!! Needless to say.. We are so going.

We decided to take a cab to the next party, instead of riding with the boys, only to arrive on a tiny street near La République. We past a huge door/gate, to arrive in a long corridor leading to a long, huge courtyard, on which many of what seemed like artists' ateliers (and indeed were) seemed to open onto. In one of these lofts/houses/ateliers, there was the party. The house itself had completely bare, white walls inside, with nothing but a massive living room (with rooftop windows, video projections on the walls, a massive mezzanine with 3 djs overlooking the crowd, and a couple of other rooms and staircases leading up to whoknowswhat) and at least 60 dead-drunk or dead-high people dancing and chatting and god knows what. It was crazy. After a couple of minutes inside, we realized that this party hosted simply the finest in (what is called abroad the) "french touch" and other international artists. Indeed, there were Justice's duo (video exhibit number two lol), Pedro Winter (the EdBanger creator and his 'crew') as well as Micky Green (funny to bump into her there!) a couple of other singers, two or three very famous young French actors, a couple of successfull rock bands.... It was very interesting indeed.

Unfortunately, as neither AL's best friend, J, V or I were high, we found it rapidly boring and decided to leave (at 4h30am) and to go home.

Altogether it was a really weird/funny/weird night. At least I can now go to their concerts and feel like I'm part of the cool crowd now lol.

Alright, I'm now dead tired, I have to wake up early tomorrow, go to work, go to school, then attend a movie premiere (the new Kusturica)... Pfew, my life is so full these days that I don't even have time to think. Which, in my case, is a good thing. Otherwise I get depressed.

Anyways, see you in New York bitches.. :) (is Bam Bam coming too?)

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