How To Have Fun In Paris

We were the first ones to get there, so we sat down and relaxed in the accustomed way. About at midnight, some people came along, including Dave, an Italian guy and a Finnish girl. And finally the man himself - birthday boy Marco - leaning on his so-called-hippie-girlfriend. As soon as he saw us he forgot all about her and when he received the present we had made him (a shirt, two ties, necklace, a Louis Armstrong record and an ingenious card), he couldn't thank us enough. His girlfriend got very jealous and made a scene (not that we ever wanted her man. Geez! Relax dude!), so Marco had to run off with her and they were gone for quite a while, probably having "make-up sex" somewhere behind the corner... We communicated with the nice Finnish girl and tried to find a common language with Dave... and drank their lemonade-tasting tequila beer. Three more girls popped in some time later and left. Then came another Italian, a guy who looked like he was Russian and a middle-class dopey. Eventually there were all together 13 people, which is half of what was expected. Does the party sound like a drag? Well, wait up, there's more!
We had nothing else to do but listen to how Delfine (the paranoically overprotective girlfriend) was talking about us, without understanding a word, though you don't have to be a French professor to know that it wasn't anything nice. Well, we talked about them too - nobody's perfect :S. Basically we only tried to make the situation fun for us by communicating to some of the few guests and playing guitar and drinking on their expense. Still no fun? It ain't over yet!
The small company decided to go sleep on their hangover (oh, they were so drunk on the lemonade-beer!) at around 5AM. As they left, we invented our own little way to keep our party going, afterwards we decided to take a little walk and see the sunrise. As we were walking, a police car pulled over and three of the four uniformed flics stepped out and looked scary on us... They soon realized that we were just poor tourists, but still wanted to search our bags. I hope that they felt at least a little bit embarrassed for there was nothing there except for my camera, some bread and toilet paper. (Lucky for us they didn't check the place where Maiu keeps her pepper spray). That little "situation" made our day! We laughed... well, I should say: naersime tilga pyksi... for a good half an hour. *still laughing about it* What's so funny you ask? Let's just say it has something to do with potato-chips and a neckless bottle...
And then we started heading home. It was a blast! The moral is this - French people only know how to make kinderparties, plus they are mostly very pathetic and hypocritical. But as long as we know how to have fun on our own, we're just fine!