we toast the revolution
if only every working week could last just two days. every day and night from tuesday has passed in a rose tinted haze. toro y moi for downbeat chill wave. free tickets thanks to mr supermonamour and irish singer song writer's connections. 104, some cultural explosion, with cinema kareoke. hundreds of us in a spectacularly lit courtyard, singing along to blue velvet. the boys arrived, it converted into a school disco and we danced around drinking red wine from plastic cups. then a house party. coke in the bathroom and dancing to my bloody valentine with my arms over my head. je veux t'embrasser he whispers in my ear. the boy who never speaks and who i'd never considered. but instead a fair haired boy from london puts his head on my lap and i take him home. where we don't have sex. i don't steal boys that my friends are interested in. i didn't try and steal this one. in the end, he was so pink and slightly arrogant. and he'd slept with an ex's ex. it's just kind of grubby. and it turned me off.
next. bastille day. an amazing dinner party at bea's beautiful 7th floor mirrored white walled apartment. bruchetta with mozzarella, basil and tomatoes. goats cheese and mushroom risotto. sparkling wine and bob dylan. beautiful interesting people. a view of the sacre coeur. and i'm proud of the photos we take.
tyler. you are amazing. i'm so happy to have met you.
walked up hill to Montmartre drinking beer from bottles. we attempt to watch fireworks but there are too many trees so we swig red wine from the bottle and mutter about how we don't like fireworks anyway. the vibe is amazing regardless. after, victor's house which is totally void of furniture. we sit on the blue carpet of alex's empty room and the coke is even worse. then there's an insane fight on the metro. one insane french girl against 11 of us. she almost throws herself onto the tracks. we are like water and swill around protecting the smallest. it's so surreal i laugh until my sides hurt. then onto an irish pub i normally hate. but a combination of music, chemicals and intense conversations, bouncing off the people around me, i dance constantly and it is amazing. i threaten to bite london ben and then i leave with another boy. the one who doesn't speak. and we walk home for 45 minutes. i complain the whole way. and i fall fast asleep and in the morning i look at him. touch his arms. amused at how i never noticed this before.
i start to make coffee and in the kitchen we kiss and the tea towels get knocked onto the floor and i'm so incredibly excited by him. i'm shocked. i'd never even considered him. and the coffee goes cold and gets forgotten. i'd quite like him back in my bed.
so the weekend hasn't started yet. i think i'll struggle to top these last few days.
and today i made an amazing onion tart and we ate it with salad and a chat for lunch. and i watched the secretary. mmm...maggie gyllenhaal
next. bastille day. an amazing dinner party at bea's beautiful 7th floor mirrored white walled apartment. bruchetta with mozzarella, basil and tomatoes. goats cheese and mushroom risotto. sparkling wine and bob dylan. beautiful interesting people. a view of the sacre coeur. and i'm proud of the photos we take.
tyler. you are amazing. i'm so happy to have met you.
walked up hill to Montmartre drinking beer from bottles. we attempt to watch fireworks but there are too many trees so we swig red wine from the bottle and mutter about how we don't like fireworks anyway. the vibe is amazing regardless. after, victor's house which is totally void of furniture. we sit on the blue carpet of alex's empty room and the coke is even worse. then there's an insane fight on the metro. one insane french girl against 11 of us. she almost throws herself onto the tracks. we are like water and swill around protecting the smallest. it's so surreal i laugh until my sides hurt. then onto an irish pub i normally hate. but a combination of music, chemicals and intense conversations, bouncing off the people around me, i dance constantly and it is amazing. i threaten to bite london ben and then i leave with another boy. the one who doesn't speak. and we walk home for 45 minutes. i complain the whole way. and i fall fast asleep and in the morning i look at him. touch his arms. amused at how i never noticed this before.
i start to make coffee and in the kitchen we kiss and the tea towels get knocked onto the floor and i'm so incredibly excited by him. i'm shocked. i'd never even considered him. and the coffee goes cold and gets forgotten. i'd quite like him back in my bed.
so the weekend hasn't started yet. i think i'll struggle to top these last few days.
and today i made an amazing onion tart and we ate it with salad and a chat for lunch. and i watched the secretary. mmm...maggie gyllenhaal