boring 1d person makes post about his routine holiday destination.
flew out on weds night, its easyjet so of course the flight was delayed, but i got slightly drunk with a random french girl, who'd flew out with only the jeans she was wearing and managed to spill a can of kro on them on the flight. oops. a good start though i thought.
then i got to emilies and knocked over her laptop: not such a good start!
mercifully it wasnt smashed or anything, and she was quite cool about it. Thursday i met a friend at La Sorbonne, where all the students are on strike (not her since shes postgrad) as the government are attempting to remove the "unsackability" for workers under 25, had a stroll through placemonge, bastille and le marais before heading up to her place in montmartre, caught up with a few more folk i've not seen in a while (oh and popped into a little museum on the history of paris the name of which i forget. its in the marais though and one of the few free ones there, worth a visit: if only to underline the fact that in france a writer such as voltaire is held in equal esteem to say; lafayette)
thursday evening was where the fun really began, for the first time, though at about the third or fourth attempt i ended up going to a tiny little cheap overcrowded near-deathtrap indie club called "pop in" and its a.m.a.z.i.n.g.
full of lovely drunken genuises who all seem to speak really good english, gorgeous women, drunken men forgetting they are straight, random games of cock-tag in the bar. that kind of thing.
sadly it closes at two (we went there on friday and sunday too, highlights being getting a free 4 pint pitcher of beer for singing 'this charming man' pissed as fuck at the top of my voice in the bar part at the front, seeing Jeffrey and Jack Lewis get up at an open mic on sunday and doing a couple of tunes including Creeping Brain. its no ordinary open mic btw, bands get up quick fire, the venue is apparently always packed (its a little underground dancefloor sweatbox bit seperated from the bar and lounge bits) the compere and dj stand at the back with microphone and megaphones shouting random stuff in english and french, singing along and generally being dickheads. class stuff) went to a rubbish clubnight at nouvea casino, got my coat robbed, got pissed, somehow managed to remember my number cancelling the credit card inside but spent about £10 on the phone to the indian guy who couldnt understand it. met a really lovely girl though (and a really ugly one who kept giving me booze and fags, wouldnt believe i was from liverpool and then dissapeared after i'd decided it didnt matter what she looked like cos i was drunk and liked pop in so much i should pull there regardless.)
A headache the next day, obviously.
and wasted most of friday trying to get a winter coat (harder than it sounds. didnt get anything till sat and even then had to settle for a cold suit jacket. and it was cold in paris i tell you, snowed on weds, hailed monday morn) to pop in again of course, where i spent the loveliest hour chatting to the prettiest girl imaginable but couldnt convince her to come to the next club we were off to (truskell). though the 8e pints of murphys there were slightly comforted by the decent music, lots of people who spoke to me remembering me from the prev night (i didnt have a clue but you know, played along) and outside lovely girl from night before said perhaps the most amazing thing i've ever heard drunk at 6am in; we were talking about someone i know who used to be a little shy (not the right word but it'd be too long otherwise to explain) and is now a bit promiscuos
"promiscuity is every mans duty" she shouted out.
my eyes lit up.
"you've read it surely" she asked
"brave new world? of course"
but i could barely speak i've never encountered such a perfect and witty quotation, especially not from someone i think is gorgeous!
/more later
then i got to emilies and knocked over her laptop: not such a good start!
mercifully it wasnt smashed or anything, and she was quite cool about it. Thursday i met a friend at La Sorbonne, where all the students are on strike (not her since shes postgrad) as the government are attempting to remove the "unsackability" for workers under 25, had a stroll through placemonge, bastille and le marais before heading up to her place in montmartre, caught up with a few more folk i've not seen in a while (oh and popped into a little museum on the history of paris the name of which i forget. its in the marais though and one of the few free ones there, worth a visit: if only to underline the fact that in france a writer such as voltaire is held in equal esteem to say; lafayette)
thursday evening was where the fun really began, for the first time, though at about the third or fourth attempt i ended up going to a tiny little cheap overcrowded near-deathtrap indie club called "pop in" and its a.m.a.z.i.n.g.
full of lovely drunken genuises who all seem to speak really good english, gorgeous women, drunken men forgetting they are straight, random games of cock-tag in the bar. that kind of thing.
sadly it closes at two (we went there on friday and sunday too, highlights being getting a free 4 pint pitcher of beer for singing 'this charming man' pissed as fuck at the top of my voice in the bar part at the front, seeing Jeffrey and Jack Lewis get up at an open mic on sunday and doing a couple of tunes including Creeping Brain. its no ordinary open mic btw, bands get up quick fire, the venue is apparently always packed (its a little underground dancefloor sweatbox bit seperated from the bar and lounge bits) the compere and dj stand at the back with microphone and megaphones shouting random stuff in english and french, singing along and generally being dickheads. class stuff) went to a rubbish clubnight at nouvea casino, got my coat robbed, got pissed, somehow managed to remember my number cancelling the credit card inside but spent about £10 on the phone to the indian guy who couldnt understand it. met a really lovely girl though (and a really ugly one who kept giving me booze and fags, wouldnt believe i was from liverpool and then dissapeared after i'd decided it didnt matter what she looked like cos i was drunk and liked pop in so much i should pull there regardless.)
A headache the next day, obviously.
and wasted most of friday trying to get a winter coat (harder than it sounds. didnt get anything till sat and even then had to settle for a cold suit jacket. and it was cold in paris i tell you, snowed on weds, hailed monday morn) to pop in again of course, where i spent the loveliest hour chatting to the prettiest girl imaginable but couldnt convince her to come to the next club we were off to (truskell). though the 8e pints of murphys there were slightly comforted by the decent music, lots of people who spoke to me remembering me from the prev night (i didnt have a clue but you know, played along) and outside lovely girl from night before said perhaps the most amazing thing i've ever heard drunk at 6am in; we were talking about someone i know who used to be a little shy (not the right word but it'd be too long otherwise to explain) and is now a bit promiscuos
"promiscuity is every mans duty" she shouted out.
my eyes lit up.
"you've read it surely" she asked
"brave new world? of course"
but i could barely speak i've never encountered such a perfect and witty quotation, especially not from someone i think is gorgeous!
/more later