
We were not only toasting the fact that I have lived on
‘Olly’s couch for 1/6th of a year but also the fact that I have now
taken the title for being ‘Olly’s longest residing guest…ever! Quite funny
given I was only meant to be staying for about 2-3 weeks.
I have to confess though that there was a moment in the last
10 hours where I nearly delayed my departure.
It makes me laugh just thinking about it.
Our first stop last night was La Famille, a funky little
cocktail bar in the 18th. We
had convinced another friend of ‘Ol's, a lovely Canadian, to join us in our
frivolity. The bar specialises in funked
up smoking mojitos. They were delicious
but also very potent and I felt the power of the first one quite quickly. It was a sign of mischievous things to come
but at that stage I wasn’t sure quite what.
That was until I briefly went downstairs and met Lucas - a very charming
Dutchman.
Once he introduced me to his friends, I thought it was in
their best interests to be introduced to mine.
I am glad I did.
We stayed at La Famille until it closed and then the six of
us went to another bar where Lucas thought he could sweet talk his way in….it
didn’t work so we ended up at Glass.
Glass is a former brothel and is now a ‘trendy’ cocktail bar. It was a bit odd and the drinks were not a
scratch on the smoking mojitos but it was still fun and random. We stayed until 5am and then thought it was
probably time to drag ourselves home.
‘Ols and I woke up this morning with foul headaches but we
had to make ourselves respectable for a brunch date with Kate’s parents who
were visiting from Adelaide.
I also had to make myself respectable because I had a lunch
date. Yes, in my drunken state last
night, I had agreed to a date and agreed to reconsider my departure date so I
could go to a party with him tonight.
Lunch was seriously good fun. I wanted to wait until after
the date to work out if I should change my ticket. I would have changed it had it not been
Bastille Day tomorrow and absurdly high prices.
Much to my dismay, I am on the Eurostar racing through the
French countryside on my way to London.