Friday - 17H:
That's it, it's confirmed ... Naboo is lost to the Jedi Guild.
Governmental bodies that we were supportive were overwhelmed, dispossessed of power of decision by the Federation Trade.
Forced to abdicate ...
Within a month or two, it will organize the evacuation of the planet. Meanwhile, I think back to those months of negotiation, these years of work.
Everything was evaporated in a few minutes when the Chancellor confirmed to me laconically: "B. is lost ..."
I call the local Jedi Knight to confirm the news and pass it the first instructions. 20 minutes of conversation, reassure, assure [when I have as yet no solution in mind] ...
I see the file responsible for trade negotiations to deliver the bad galactic news.
This is an enormous stage of depression, defeat, the real ...
And I get a message from Belgian Franc: "Arrived in Paris ..."
I sketch a smile.
"- What makes you smile B?"
"- No nothing, I just got an sms ..." [...]
Fortunately, the weekend will be an opportunity to forget all this time ...
Ladytron - Seventeen
Friday - 20H30:
It starts with the Left Bank.
I found the "tourists" in a bar on St William [It reminds me that I have a birthday wish the day] ...
One or two units of alcohol on an empty stomach, music. The climb to Mouffetard, places animated known [and which I had not set foot for some time ...]. A Lebanese ptit
walking. The terrace [also known - like the other two of that place].
Confirmation to my fellow non-lens Parisian
should never contradict a server and its plan for sidewalk table.
It may take it badly ...
Very cool that night after work. : O) Saturday - 1:20:
week exhausted me. A little sleep would not hurt ... [...]
Saturday - 21H:
After waking in the morning around noon, a brunch and a workout, the program is simple.
Before / pre-cog in an apartment in the heart of Pédéland then I sneak away.
They all go to the Grotto Vilaines ... Not for me. There will never be enough alcohol to make me go. [...]
Sunday - 1:20:
You (obviously) too drunk ...
[Flashback] You
perfectly situated when it went wrong:
our host's neighbors are also a party [they just a more powerful sound system] and invite everyone to participate.
Beautiful apartment, beautiful deco, straight across [It's also nice zétéros]. It serves
shots ... Finally, double shots of vodka.
The slippage is the second shot after a row [Heck yeah, you got drunk well before anyway] ... [End of flashback]
It's raining in the street - without stopping.
Some guests are just too tempting [this is where you say that I actually starving ...].
We queued at the Grotto Vilaine to ...
I keep repeating myself it's a shame to queue to get in there.
But there are friends ... And then ...
And then the bastard watchdog group pushing for the third time in asking back.
[Crossing the threshold - or lower rates of alcohol?]
This is simply not possible to be abused in this way to enter the Cave Vilaine! Who do they?! Alloooo?!
I leave the tail and said goodbye to everyone.
Motivated to ... go home, sleep and dry myself.
A. I repeat "Come on, we go to Bath is reopening!
I'll ... I'm faaaaible [and then, well, it is followed by a N. It's not like we went there alone]. [...]
Faced Baths, tail [also] ... But this is distinguished, it is class is hype [Nan, especially, it's music I like].
And we're joined by P. accompanied C.
We see familiar faces pass [really, they're all there!] And know that S. will also be there.
, cloakroom, basement [without going through the box floor].
Crowd Music that tears [Barcelona and Ibiza in winter - Sublime], a swimming pool right [in place of smoking], the DJs have changed places, bars and VIP as well.
What is lost ...
Constant [worse]: Heat Unbearable! Even the absurdly
air conditioning or fans of old ceiling ...
So obviously ...
1. You drink.
2. And summer at the beach, you find yourself without the top. [...]
Sunday - 4:50:
More strength, like going out.
A photo or two to capture the moment.
[And of course, the only time you approach N. is the opportunity of a compromising photo while you did not receive the evening ... So unfair!]
I lost my click [this mysterious sniper failover mode]? [...]
desperate search of a taxi [Two refuse to take me - I really do fear]. I stop one in the middle of the Rue de Rivoli ... At the edge of suicide. [...]
Sunday - Morning 13H:
Alarm, two (others) of paracetamol tablets ...
4 of 6 on the scale of Doliprane. Nice! [...]
Sunday - 18H-21H:
not seen the light of day ... Shame!
Before / Birthday party with friends.
It's early to start with Champagne, right?
[Especially without dinner ...]
Very nice time.
Sunday - 21H-23h30:
I'm everyone but a little apprehensive this new tea-dance ....
I understand quickly why I'm not going to LIM
As there, it stinks testosterone!
Everyone mate, people know more or less all [some more than others].
fundamental difference: The music is nice here [Whereas the LIM ...]. So yes, we can have fun with friends but good.
I decide not to drink one drink here ... [...]
Passage from Baron to ... do not get "too early" to Sundays @ Heaven.
We drink a few glasses, it eats the chips [Reminder: No dinner] [...]
Ratag last metro, taxis.
We got into the same taxi with C. and A. He's hallucinating
the poor ... [...]
Arrival at OVK. It overblindé and ... the air conditioning is out!
Sauna giant [steam is replaced by transpiration - Bon appetit - but it does not remark almost] always dazzling lightshow [except the walls of LEDs completely HS], and especially good music, everyone is there.
not know where to turn and yet ... [...]
Monday - 4H:
is the deadline for those who are working the next day.
We take the same taxi with C.
It was almost more than I that night [and not for the same reasons].
Before sleeping, check the evening at 4:40:
I've seen [among others and in any order]: Mick Jagger,
ponies, a giant screen, a bimbo Toulouse, cakes [Happy Birthday!] Champagne [27 bottles?] 
Friends, girls hunting [Alloooo! It's a gay party ladies!], Vodka, 
animals died as a hat, 
Boys chase [or not] and Lady Gaga ...
Apart from that?
Bah j'ferai not like every weekend!
[By cons ...]
And if not?
Monday night on Channel cowboys moutonphiles was Pigalle night ...
I'm already hooked: Realistic, well filmed, catchy Lespert ... 
We find ourselves well to Blanche or Pigalle [and yet I'm rarely went veeeeeery]. 
And then the music, the scene at night [without striptease, eh ...]. It looks so much like some of my weekends.
What else?
I refused the first Morning in Paris of the VIP [while friends are more or less organizers] to go to theater and dinner with A.
I confess that I almost regret the absence of news [it is the height, I'm not alone in being overbooked]. But no, he must know a pleasant change ...
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