That was not a good night

Met an old friend last night for drinks. Her fiance got delayed in London, so she's at liberty for a weekend in Paris, staying in the Four Seasons. Not too bad, I think. I'm not going to elaborate on what precisely happened last night, but we did get thrown out of a club, and I did a spot of heavy lifting. On the upside, it's the first time I've been ejected from a club in Paris.

Then I headed back to the rather miserable dorm, slightly tired from the physical and mental exertions, only to find a hugely noisy party going on downstairs from where I sit and surf. When I eventually gave up and decide that I need a drink, I discover that I am, for once, out of alcohol. So I summon the energy to head to the party, in quest of the promised free drinks. It turns out that it was essentially a frat party, transplanted to Paris sans the frat.

Ok ok, that's cool. I can live with that. Hey, American student dorm in Paris, of course they'll do what they enjoy in the States, right? I must admit though, I started out more than a little disdainful, and headed back up to my room for a little bit. After a while, I decided that I was way too sober for my own good, so I surrendered and went back down again, determined to get at least a little bit tipsy.

Obviously, they had to run out of alcohol when I got there. And the sound system was out. So people were standing around. Correction, a number of fat people were standing around. The good looking ones had already hooked up. They did eventually get the sound systems to work after a little bit, but the security or whatever guy came and shut the whole party down almost immediately after.

In utter despair, I step outside for a fag. Naturally, I discover at that moment that I am out. And there's not an open store in sight.

I sink into the darkest depths of depression. I consider doing a Darth Vader, but I have no light sabre, no funky strangling Force power, no cool robe with ominous hood. Above all, I do not have those special contact lenses. Also, no younglings to slaughter.

So I slink back to my room. Contemplate going out, but decide that whichever club I chose would burn down.

So I surrendered and went to sleep.

On a side note, some people really seem to look good doing or wearing anything. It's quite amazing.