Un samedi soir sur la Terre

We had a birthday party on Saturday night. Several people's birthday in fact, all more or less crossing the 30 border. You think this would be a recipe for something warmish, a bit boring, a bit reasonable, where people would go to bed just after 2 o'clock. Well, no.

It had all the elements of the first "boom" (party) when we were 13. Here is a list:

- The boy who drinks too much, gets totally legless at 11 and has to be put in a taxi (teenage version: walked home or parents called). Age: 36

- The guy who wants to touch everything that has a bra / breasts / skirt was here, avoided by all the female audience was here. Age: around 42

- The boy who has drunk too much version 2. He is sick and throws up in the toilets. Age: 30

- The girl who is jealous over boy number 1 chatting with other girls and tries to put them away. Age: 31

- The boy and the girl who meet and cannot stop kissing during the evening until they go home to her place. Age: 28 and 27

- The girls between them who comment on the boys in the room and want to know what they are like and who is looking at who, and finally nothing happens. Age: between 29 and 35

- The group which stays until the dawn has come and finally decides to go home when there is nothing less to drink at 7. Age: between 28 and 30.

I won't mention the broken glasses, the stolen cigarettes and drinks, the mini drama over the music that was put on, the extremely serious conversations about the Irish Love (with capitals please, it is worth it!), the hostess having to put herself on mineral water for more than 3 hours (that was me). So, a party is a party after all, this one was particularly colourful.

That was fun. Thanks for people who came for coming!

Fuck recession!

Yeah! Fuck it! The Irish government has just announced the new budget for 2009. Gloomy gloomy. In short, VAT is going to increase, taxation on salaries (1% levy on wages up to €100,100, 2% afterwards), job seeking allowance is on the decrease, all social payments are cut, hospitals bills are going to be higher AND last but not least, some of the state agencies are going to close, and all of them are going to cut in the staff. Who works in a state agency huh? Yeah, that's meeee! I'll know more next week.

So, fuck it all. Don't be depressed, don't get scared at the crash that the stock exchange places around the world are experiencing, don't put tons of rice in your cupboards because you don't know if you will be able to eat anything else in the coming year, don't go to cheap labour places to buy cheap clothes, because, at the end, there is someone who made those clothes who would like to have your wage.

Instead, come and participate to my "Fuck recession!" party! We'll drink champagne, wear expensive clothes, talk about our (imaginary) sports cars, pretend we are traders in 1998 and finish the evening with some first class cocaine (not the street one of course, soooo vulgar).

Well, I am half joking. I am launching a "Fuck recession" party, just to lift spirits up. No cocaine please, but something much more expensive and dear: being with people I like, having fun, and remembering we are anyway the most privileged people amongst all.

7

C'est un truc rigolo que j'ai copie. Liste des 7 choses et applique a ma fabuleuse personne. Allez.


7 choses que vous voulez faire avant de mourir :

*aller dans l'eau sans paniquer
*aller vivre dans un pays en dehors d'Europe
*apprendre une autre langue etrangere
*finir ma psychanalyse
*vivre dans une communaute hippie ecolo
*enregistrer un disque (je serai jamais rock star mais je peux toujours faire le premier pas)
*convaincre mon mec d'aller vivre en dehors de son ile

7 choses que vous faites bien :

*la cuisine
*la langue de pute
*raler
*rencontrer des gens tout le temps
*picoler et sortir danser
*semblant de travailler au boulot (comme maintenant)
*bricoler (j'adore)

7 choses que vous ne pouvez/savez pas faire

*me mordre la joue pour eviter de dire ce que je pense
*faire un drame de toutes petites choses (aaah mais ou est le tourneviiiiiis?)
*positiver et etre satisfaite du travail salarie
*l'ATR (Appui Tendu Renverse, le poirier quoi, un cauchemar de college)
*plumer une poule / depoiler un lapin etc.
*etre patiente
*arreter de fumer

7 choses qui vous attirent chez le sexe qui vous attirent

*l'absence de passion pour le sport (en particulier le foot)
*le sens de l'humour (black please, romantico neuneus s'abstenir)
*l'humilite
*l'androgynie (aime bien les cotes feminins moi)
*la curiosite
*les yeux (blue, clairs en tout cas)
*la minceur

7 choses qui vous attirent chez le même sexe

*l'humour (idem, evitons celles qui prennent tout au premier degre)
*la gentillesse
*le picolage intensif (pas que ce soit un critere, mais picoler entre copines c'est bien rigolo)
*l'interet pour la chose militante ou politique
*la sincerite (ouais, franchise meme)
*l'aptitude a me rassurer quand ca va pas

7 choses que vous dites souvent

*putain sa mere
*holy fuck
*ah nan mais ca va pas du tout
*ouais, encore une remarque sexiste
*on va boire un verre?
*oh la la, j'ai la flemme
*I have to pipi

7 béguins pour des célébrités (la je suis un peu dans la merde)

*Kirsten Dunst (j'aimerais bien lui ressembler en fait)
*Tiken Jah Fakoly (plus du respect que du beguin mais bon)
*Batman ou Goldorak (quoi c'est pas des vraies personnes? On n'en sait rien hein!)

.... je cale

Bon je sais, c'est un post de feignasse. Mais ca vous fait de la lecture non?