Back to my teens...

Friday night... Oh gosh! Midsummer at Lisa's, Australia, night with Micha at the tequila bar, none of them are comparable to the level of intoxication I experienced this night. I blame the Malibu. And the Americans. Damn you girls know how to party!
It was a great preparty at Cary's awesome place in the middle of Paris, her birthday to honour we made sure it was a crazy night. Looking at the evidence it seems like I spent half the night on the floor trying to convince myself that I'm still as flexible as I was when I did gymnastics... I'm just happy I didn't pull a muscle!

I chose a picture that doesn't need to be heavily censored

The other half of the night I "decided" to sleep. With my scarf carefully wrapped around my neck and my bag safely over my shoulder stuck between my back and the mattress... Meanwhile I'm happily asleep, Cary, the girls and Kyle move to club Social and Bea, oh Bea, finds a "nice" frenchman to walk her home just to discover after half the way that he's a psycho who's having conversations with his multiple invisible friends... I'm just glad she's alive!

Two girls stayed back with me at the apartment to continue the party, yells down to a french guy to join them. One of the girls goes down to get him and apparently the two hit it off quite well in the staircase... The other girl joins me in John Blund's land, resulting in someone being locked out of the apartment and has to sleep in the stairs until the rest of the gang comes home again. And they were quite perplexed by the used condom in the bottom of the stairs...
I tell you, my back hurt like someone hit me with a baseball bat and not to mention my head!Chernobyl explosion, hangover the size of Asia!

Ensemble of party people

Birthday girl

Still, I managed (after a little bit of convincing techniques from Björn) to go to Enriques dinner saturday night in his amazing apartment where we all got to meet Björns lovely girlfriend Anna. It was a very pleasant evening, good food, good company but bad bad hangover...