We went to the rooftop yesterday for aperatifs with friends but, surprise! surprise!, there were other people on our spot -- and they had a DJ! The people there were giving off a snooty vibe, and it really got on the nerves of some of our friends. (Je m'enerve!) One of them invited us over but H felt an aloofness, so I preferred to stay on the other side of the roof.
So there we were in our leather jackets and hoodies, sipping alcohol in plastic cups, looking every inch like outcasts, while on the other side the "in crowd" swigged their champagne... But once the sun set we unleashed the Party Dumonsters! H took my hand and I grabbed on to the whisky and we crashed their party.
I thought we would be home by ten pm, but we had too much fun that we had to bring the party back to H&M HQ. I don't remember what time they left, but H had a bad hangover and we struggled to get our butts out for fresh bread and fruits this morning.
Downstairs we ran into the people who threw the posh party, and they looked so well rested. But then, they're not natural party monsters. Unlike these freaks I met around France:
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| Nutjob |
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| Pundit Cherry |
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| Ms. Vuvuzela |
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| Treebeard |
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| Super Wan Tu Tri |
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| Bella Pepper Flores |
