Party time!

Yesterday was party day. I joined in. Imagine about a 1000 people like herings in a "boite" (how lucky the French call the club boite. Boite means box. Clubs tend to be like boxes filled with people.) So, no one knew no one at the beginning. During the course of the 4 hours I spent there I talked to about 30 people. I do not remember any names. I am sure no one remembers mine either. That's just fair. It felt good to get out of there. Sometimes parties are to ... unnatural. Unreal. All the dresses, the perfumes, the smells...and after a few hours the sweat, the stink - to much pretence to start off with for my taste. But I hope there are few people who feel about the party the way I do. Otherwise the boite will go bankrupt rather soon. I am not mean enough to disclose the name of the club or upload any pictures of last night's party...