Saturday evening saw me going to the Festival Music Allemand at La Bellevilloise with partner in crime and girl about town, Meg. Thankfully it was all about electronica and beautiful people with artfully distressed hair, rather than lederhosen and sausages.
“Is it just me,” I asked Meg, eyes like saucers,”or is there an uncommonly large quantity of good looking menfolk in this room?”
“There is indeed,” she replied “I wonder where they all hide during the day?”
“Well, glad to hear it’s not just me. Because occasionally I get a hormone attack and find everyone attractive, even when they clearly can’t be,” I explained. “I think it’s the human equivalent to a dog being on heat.”
I surveyed the room. All the girls had über cool fringes. If I’d had a pair of scissors to hand, I would have dragged Meg to the toilets and begged her to cut my hair there and then.
As the night wore on and the expensive beer flowed freely, things predictably degenerated, and we found ourselves regressing to behaviour I can only describe as “teenaged”. What else could possibly explain:
- Meg popping out to buy cheap cans of beer which she tried (and failed) to smuggle back into the venue in her tights. I didn’t witness it, but I’m told a can dropped from between her legs in front of a bouncer as though she were laying an egg. I don’t think her puzzled “what on earth was that doing in my pantyhose?” look fooled anyone.
- a bottle of vodka finding its way off the bar and into our possession, which seemed like a strange sort of justice given that there had been supposed to be a free vodka open bar earlier in the evening, which never materialised.
- me groping people’s bottoms. Two male, one female. Apologies to all concerned. (All I can say in my defence is that I watched Shortbus the previous night and it had a profound effect on me).
- me getting into the spirit of the festival by snogging a rather attractive German boy in the middle of the dancefloor (yes, snogging is the only appropriate word which can be used to describe that kind of drunken, swaying liplock).
I came down to earth with a bump the following day with a distinctly thirtysomething hangover, the likes of which I have rarely experienced. But it was fun, and oh so refreshing while it lasted.
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“I think it’s the human equivalent to a dog being on heat.”
……But can you chase your own tail? (When you’re not chasing someone else’s?) ;-) Glad to see you had a good time……
Comment by Dave of the Lake — November 13, 2006 @ 4:05 pm
Hello Petite!!
My colleague here at work is also experiencing a terrible hangover..wondering if she was also at this German Festival!! Shortbus : I saw the movie’s “reclame” on the Champs, the other day, and I had to turn my head couple of times to understand if it was my immagination or it was a sort of Kamasutra’lesson that I was seeing!! Well I have the answer now!
Your last “posts” are so wonderfully written…!
Bisous,
Comment by Olga — November 13, 2006 @ 4:17 pm
You’re dead, Petite.
Comment by Meg — November 13, 2006 @ 4:18 pm
Oh là là! Thank goodness for teenage silliness and friends like Meg!
Comment by Antipo Déesse — November 13, 2006 @ 4:21 pm
well, yesterday’s hangover was near fatal, but no, I’ll live to grope another bottom yet
Comment by petite — November 13, 2006 @ 4:25 pm
WHOA-HO!! Wowsers, indeed!!!
Only good can come of a night of smuggled vodka, butt-groping and…”snoggling”. May I say I find German guys yummy hot?
Indeeeeeeed. Have fun for me until I make the Paris move. :0)
Comment by Mlle Smith — November 13, 2006 @ 4:41 pm
salut,
j’ai entendu dire que tu as été viré de ta boite, après avoir rédigé un blog sur ton employeur ; en espérant au j’ai bien compris…je suis dans le même cas que toi, à cause d ‘un blog sur mon lieu de travail j’ai été viré. En fait, j’aurais juste voulu connaître le déroulement de ton histoire ainsi que son dénouement.
bonne journée et merci de prendre le temps de lire mon commentaire
Comment by william — November 13, 2006 @ 5:21 pm
Petite,
At least you have the capacity to misbehave! I am far too good for my own good. No good can come of it. We too saw the Shortbus poster when in Paris. Blimey!
Comment by Welsh Cake — November 13, 2006 @ 6:00 pm
I am sooo glad that it wasn’t a “Leiderhosen and sausages” festival. That would have been a whole different story! (And the quality of the men would have been a lot dodgier).
Hope you’ve fully recovered from the distinctly un-teenager-like hangover.
Une Fille.
Comment by Une Fille — November 13, 2006 @ 6:16 pm
Snogging Johnny Foreigner types, I dare say.
Sounds like you must have woken up pissing rusty water out your arse!
Comment by Trevor — November 13, 2006 @ 6:41 pm
Nice to see you having some fun. Hope your boss is reading! ;)
BG
Comment by Billygean — November 13, 2006 @ 7:37 pm
I have heard that Shortbus viewing can lead to, er, reckless behavior.
Comment by BlondebutBright — November 13, 2006 @ 7:49 pm
Sounds like it was great fun, as long as the alcohol lasted. Those hangovers are killer.
Comment by Viviane — November 13, 2006 @ 7:54 pm
BTW, be careful or you’ll end up like Chez Milady……..;-)
Comment by Dave of the Lake — November 13, 2006 @ 8:36 pm
Oh, and sorry I didn’t remember this earlier, but, hey Meg – Is that a can of beer in your pantyhose, or are you just happy to see me? ;-)
Comment by Dave of the Lake — November 13, 2006 @ 8:48 pm
sounds like we weren’t the only one having a ‘thirtysomething’ hangover this w-end: caiperiña’s have a tendency of finding their way to your head … real quick :)
Comment by natacha — November 13, 2006 @ 9:02 pm
all too familiar … hope that you are fully recovered!
I must see this Shortbus ….
Comment by Lost in France — November 13, 2006 @ 10:52 pm
Et pourquoi pas? I’m almost 45 and usually very costume croisé but if I could overcome my shyness and tolerate copious amounts of whisky or vodka as I used to, I wouldn’t mind one bit joining the fun.
Comment by Blue — November 14, 2006 @ 12:11 am
I can’t tell you how comforting it is to know that it is possible to be thirtysomething and still have a good time. Clearly there is life after death after all!
Hope the hangover didn’t last long and that the memories will be with you forever. Very funny post :)
Comment by Ignorminious — November 14, 2006 @ 12:15 am
You go girl! Life can’t be all serious, time to have some fun!
You’ve just spured me on to go over to the Island (I live in Nth Queensland, Australia, lots of islands) & catch me a German tourist for the weekend, or at least throw a line in the water!
I’ll make sure to throw back the sharks & crocodiles.
Comment by QldDeb — November 14, 2006 @ 12:19 am
WOOHOO! Sounds like you had a blast!
Boooo to hangovers
Hope you have recovered
Comment by Fee — November 14, 2006 @ 1:06 am
Yaxlich suffered from a thirtysomething hangover on Sunday too. He didn’t, however, grope anyones bottom or snog German men.
Comment by Yaxlich — November 14, 2006 @ 1:49 am
What a shameful way to go on, displaying yourself in front of all and sundry. :-)
Comment by fjl — November 14, 2006 @ 2:20 am
Ha ha ha! Indeed, sounds like a very fun night. Random snogging of boys whose names you promptly forget, drunken debauchery and the dancefloor, fantastic.
Although the thirtysomething hangover is a killer, is it not?
Comment by ladymissmarquise — November 14, 2006 @ 3:25 am
Meg — tell her about MEEEEE!
Comment by adrian — November 14, 2006 @ 4:22 am
er, Adrian I don’t know who you are because your link is not working?
Comment by petite — November 14, 2006 @ 8:45 am
A friend of mine calls that ‘all the men in here are fit’ feeling as being ‘too long in the shop’ – you go into New Look, and end up spending loads of money on crap clothes because the longer you’re in there, the better the clothes look. Until you go in to French Connection, and face the awful truth. It apparently only affects single women. Woe. Unfortuantely, being in Namibia, I’m stuck in New Look for the foreseeable future.
Sounds like a fun evening!
Comment by rachie — November 14, 2006 @ 10:02 am
what constitutes an uber cool fringe? can you give us an example?
Comment by northerncreative — November 14, 2006 @ 11:01 am
yeah fantastic evening party
snogging is a very romantic word i guess
i wonder if that handsome guy still wanna contact u later :)
just imagine an attractive female like u got drunken…
it is hard for me
Comment by hades — November 14, 2006 @ 11:09 am
Maybe he’s this Adrian.
Good luck.
Comment by Damian — November 14, 2006 @ 5:25 pm
Yes, Adrian is in fact at the link provided by David. I do believe he wants to snog you.
Comment by Meg — November 14, 2006 @ 7:02 pm
Meg l’entremetteuse? God help me.
Comment by petite — November 14, 2006 @ 7:08 pm
Since most of these comments are by bloggers on bloggers maybe the old strap line should be revived, only this time as ‘Lost in Paris, Found in the Blogosphere’?
As always, I do enjoy this site – thank you Petite.
Comment by andrew — November 14, 2006 @ 7:37 pm
I wish I could tell you that such shenanigans disappear with advancing age, but, as you’re finding out, if one is so inclined, well, one is so inclined. Age, sad to say, has nothing to do with it. Of this, I am living proof. *sigh* Sounds like fun.
Comment by Sophmom — November 14, 2006 @ 8:23 pm
tee hee.. glad to see you’re keeping up the “drunken brit” tradition in the face of all those fellow europeans who learnt to “respect alcohol” from an early age…you go girl..!
Comment by paulcatbells — November 14, 2006 @ 8:30 pm
:-(
Comment by petite's liver — November 14, 2006 @ 8:35 pm
Did you have furtive sex with the German Petite?
Comment by Carruthers — November 14, 2006 @ 10:59 pm
Good gracious. Snogging does not equal furtive sex. I can’t believe you suggest such a thing in full view of my mother! Whatever next?
Comment by petite — November 14, 2006 @ 11:08 pm
Petite, I think you are very stressed!
Comment by simon — November 15, 2006 @ 12:08 am
Don’t push it Carruthers. We all have our designated roles on this site and you’re moving dangerously close to my patch. Take this as a warning.
Comment by Trevor — November 15, 2006 @ 11:23 am
Blimey, I feel so old.
No, not because of the drinken snogging-and-putting-beer-down-tights thing. Because you have a bewildering array of buttons at the bottom of your post, inviting me to do stuff to a whole bunch of stuff I’ve never heard of, with names like Spurl, and Digg, and Reddit. I have no clue what any of it means.
Ho hum.
Comment by Clare — November 15, 2006 @ 2:55 pm
I am jealous. I am in need of some teenage fun, but it is not that easy to come by in Paris.
Comment by bec — November 15, 2006 @ 3:59 pm
Too funny! I so wish I had witnessed the beer can incident!
Comment by teeweewonders — November 16, 2006 @ 12:01 am