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Journal jawtheshark's Journal: An unexpected night out 23

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So I'm sitting here on my terasse, drinking Champagne and smoking some Camels, it's 4:15 in the night. How did I end up here?

Well, it all started this afternoon when I was leisurly watching cartoons on TV. Laurent called to invite me for dinner at his parents. Laurent lives in Paris, I don't see him often and his parents have accepted me as a "family friend" (and if you know french people, this means you are a really really close friend) So, yes, I accepted to go for dinner. You don't want to insult them, do you? Besides, I had nothing better to do. Hey, did you guys ever eat barbecued duck? Excellent! So spending my time with Laurent and his lovely wife and Alain and Agnès (his parents), drinking wine having good conversation. You know how that goes. My cell phone goes off. An SMS from Jenny. Ah, what does she want? She wants to know if I go to Diesel tonight. I went to Diesel last weekend and sent her an SMS that I was there. She usually goes to Diesel, so I was wondering if she were around. She wasn't. Well, first you have to know what Diesel is. It's a cover band that typically plays on a "bal". Don't think of a "bal" as "all nice dressed". No, it's more my a popular party somewhere in a village. Look at it between a mix of a discotheque and a popular party. Anyway, I told her I was at a barbecue and couldn't come.

As the barbecue progressed, it became clear that Laurent was very tired. After all he had been up since 7:00am, because he had to drive from Paris to here. So I left them at about 23:00. I called Jenny to know where she was. She was still at home and I could go there. So I drove up to the next gas station, took me a bottle of Champagne and a pack of Camels. The Champagne was in case I would manage to pick up a girl. It's always better to be able to say "hey, I have some champagne over at my apartment" ;-)

So, went over to Jenny where she was already waiting with her boyfriend. We went over to the party. Well, I just was on the dancefloor all the time. Boy, were there cute chicks. There was on that I could have eaten alive. (Of course she did remind me of a certain person). Anyways, someone ought to tell me how you make contact on a dancefloor, because I do not know. Don't tell me "talk to her" because frankly with that loud music I am not capable of sustaning a conversation. Heck, even if Jenny wanted to say me something I had to ask several times before I got it. That always reminds me I am a man of the written word. It's where I am good. Speaking is just not so my thing. Why, oh, why, do I have just a talent in writing and not in speaking? I hate that about myself.

Well, I stayed on the dancefloor with Jenny till 3am. (Her boyfriend had to leave early...he wanted to sleep or so) No chance of picking up a girl in the first place because I had to drive Jenny home. Yeah, I was drunk by the way (I still am). Quite funny, Diesel always stops with "Shine on your crazy diamon" and "The Wall", and in the overhead screen they showed pics of crashed cars with the text "Don't drink and drive, don't drive fast". I neglected both. I would surely have lost my license if caught. And about the "fast".... did you ever drive 200kmh while drunk? I did... I didn't want to but this Mercedes ML500 was swerving over the highway (drunk I guess) and I wanted to pass that danger zone. Just gave my sweety a little push in the pedals and I was at 200kmh. Sweet!

So, I just came home...read my slashdot messages, opened that bottle (which I am going to finish) and that's it.... Nothing special...Just an unexpected night out.

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