Last Night

Hello Dear Reader,
Last night was the first night in a long time where I was completely alone in my house. Killian and Virginie have gone to see Virginie's parents in Brittany. The day was long.

Last night then, I had a couple of friends over. Frank who said call me and talked about Strangers in the Night and a certain Dianna Krall who sang a melancholy jazz.... Django played some guitar, and we all chilled out. I phoned another friend and talked for what seemed like hours.. I even ended going out to MacDonald's! Sad isn't it. Yes, the buggers were open at 23h! The graveyard sift. I guess they're waiting for people to die from the cholesterol in the big mac, then tidy them away and serve them the next day as "Royales with cheese!" Eat your heart out Vincent - oh and clean the car too, I'll make the coffee!

But despite all this partying, I felt lonely in bed waiting for sleep to carry me off. Just had a cup of tea and two rounds of toast with raspberry jam, trying to find a way to avoid doing the dishes and changing the cats' litter! It stinks of s, s, s, something not very nice that rhymes with hit! Sometimes cats are less cute...

Tonight I have a Bavarian night where I'll be playing. People actually quite like this evening but I'm starting to get fed up of them. Maybe it's seeing people getting shitfaced and me staying completely sober, and not finding them funny. Something like that anyway. So what's left for today? Avoiding housework and waiting for tonight to arrive.
Take care Dear Reader,
Ian