PoPoPo Friends, last night was to be the evening of tuberculosis, it did not happen. We had originally planned to go to Regine, in Crimea possible, and dressed in our finest dresses (or not). Unfortunately for us, after long hours of waiting outside the club, completely fastened to each other, we were not always entered. Fuck 'em, go to Tania.
Tania, 0:30 am, empty rooms. "Rich Girls" sounds, bim, it does tilt. A few sips of rum later and here we are on track (ouuuuuuh). Was it well. A few minutes later, all the recalibrated Regine finally decide to come to this club kitsch. There are too many people, it's drunk, it's fatigue. And if you come home?
Finally, no. The house, it will not for now, enjoy the evening. Girlfriend and myself Hail to half a billion taxis, none of them take us as they are "all" caught. So we find nothing better than to keep walking, singing to warm the Stripes and yelling "PÉÉÉÉÉDÉÉÉÉÉÉÉ!". We arrive gradually Rue de la Madeleine. "Oh but it's really not far from Truskel! Come on, let's go, ranafout. We're gone. It was full of bullets, the redneck, the regulars were absent, which was surely a good thing. The main thing that was cool.
Finally, we ended the evening in Austria, an express trip unorganized totally improvised. His sixth journey to her, my 19th. One would be much like tides, especially given the delicacy and tact of the Austrians! The least we can say is that they transcend the limits. Yes, yes. Alcohol teach me something useful: I speak a presqu'excellent English when I'm soaked, while sober, it's total darkness.
This article was full of private jokes, most of you should understand anything, and I 'm sorry.
Mood: better.
RB: My ride for me - Edith Piaf.
Pic: Luca Gabino.
Finally, no. The house, it will not for now, enjoy the evening. Girlfriend and myself Hail to half a billion taxis, none of them take us as they are "all" caught. So we find nothing better than to keep walking, singing to warm the Stripes and yelling "PÉÉÉÉÉDÉÉÉÉÉÉÉ!". We arrive gradually Rue de la Madeleine. "Oh but it's really not far from Truskel! Come on, let's go, ranafout. We're gone. It was full of bullets, the redneck, the regulars were absent, which was surely a good thing. The main thing that was cool.
Finally, we ended the evening in Austria, an express trip unorganized totally improvised. His sixth journey to her, my 19th. One would be much like tides, especially given the delicacy and tact of the Austrians! The least we can say is that they transcend the limits. Yes, yes. Alcohol teach me something useful: I speak a presqu'excellent English when I'm soaked, while sober, it's total darkness.
This article was full of private jokes, most of you should understand anything, and I 'm sorry.
Mood: better.
RB: My ride for me - Edith Piaf.
Pic: Luca Gabino.
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