Birthday party and the day after

ethan on 2003-01-19T10:49:11

Yesterday there was the birthday party of a friend of mine. It was nice with about 30 people overall and enough alcohol available. There were even some foreigners present, most notably two pleasant girls from Nice, France. I can't boast to speak an outstanding French, but last night (after a certain amount of alcoholic beverages) it was close to fluent.

Unfortunately I was so foolish to arrive very early at this party (at around 9pm). Subsequently I was drunk pretty soon so I decided to leave at about 1am. This turned out to be a wise decision later. I made quite a mess in my flat (no need to get into embarrassing details). In essence: I managed to undress properly but I am not so sure what happened after that. During the night (I might have been asleep in the meantime) I realized that I was chilled to the bone and being in an extremely uncomfortable spot, namely on the floor _before_ my bed without any blanket or whatsoever. I was able to realize that I was in fact at home (this surprised me in this moment) so I put on a pyjama and crawled into my bed.

At about 9.30am this morning I awoke but I wasn't really in a hurry to get up, partly because of headache but also because I saw that I would have to do quite some cleaning up. This part is now done (I also had to dispose of a book that was so unfortunate to be too close to where my Waterloo obviously happened this night) and I am currently trying to recover with coffee. Cigarettes don't yet taste as good as they usually do at this time of the day so I am obviously not yet done with recovering.

I wonder whether I'll be any wiser after these happenings. I think I do show some progress. The fact that I left just in time at least shows that I learnt my lesseons from previous parties where I stayed to the bitter end (with unpleasant consequences for the host).


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rafael on 2003-01-19T22:22:16

I can't keep myself from noticing this -- I'm born in Nice and stayed there until the age of 18. From my personal experience, there are two kinds of Niçois : the ones who love their town, and the ones who hate it. I belong to the second category, and usually avoid the average Niçois like plague. (Xenophobia and hypocrisy seem to be in the air of the Riviera. Niçois tend to be nicer when they're not in Nice.)