Racing for a quiet life

Having a hard time getting up this morning, I promised myself i would stay home tonight with grozamour et tinamour to recover from last nights out. So many good intentions: taking it easy, eating something healthy, watching a movie (something nice, nothing too stressy), and most of all, being in bed as early as possible.

But then.
My brother called to say he would stop by for dinner, then a friend invited me for some kind of weird game where people are running to catch a frezbee (?), another wanted to go to an exhibit, and finally, antoine invited me for a drink with friends.

* all attempts to be a good girl where broken, again *

I finally went see phil spinning records to this small happening outside la place des arts, and later joined antoine and friends for another drink.

I am now home, with hm, 2 upset cats ignoring me, i guess because i wasn’t home the whole week.

Well, some things just never happen as we wish they would. Being a good girl is boring anyway.

Author: m-c

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