Ed @ Work

WHERE HAS ED BEEN?

Well I'll tell you. I've been busy.

See I took Natalie to Ibiza for a week. Increible week - it wasn't party party party - we were in a quiet resort in Cala Llonga with the middle aged and young couples with kids. But we did make it out a bit - Pacha for Defmix Saturday featuring Dave Piccioni and David Morales - Amnesia for Cream night and Paul Van Dyk's CD release party. Brilliant...just the perfect mix of relaxing and partying. Just what I needed.

I broke Natalie's nose - not on purpose. She leaned in, I sat up...CRUNCH. It wasn't a bad break, no crookedness, minor bruising and swelling. I was a lucky boy because I could have been in trouble. Plus Wolfgang saw it all so nobody accused me of beating her.

I had pland for London - going to visit the craziest antipodeans I know, when my parents called and invited me to visit them in Paris. So I changed my plans, grabbed a ticket, and headed to gay Paris.

Friday - Arrive late to hostel/bar. Have a beer or two and convince the heming and hawing Americans come with me to a club. On the way I ask for directions and make friends with a guy. We hit it off and start talking in French (I know more than I would have thought) and we fall behind. A dude from Jersey is too drunk and is stopped from going in. French dude argues our case for us and is barred too.

On the walk Jersey starts yelling at Frenchie, "If you try to jack us I'll fuck you up." Sorry, I forgot to mention that my new friend is a Black Urban Dude, who obviously made White Suburban American nervous. So I tell the WSA off and try to calm BUD. Jersey gets lost, My buddy and I head to a club.

He is talking about "music 'ouse" and "We get two girls, little girls with nice *gestures at chest*...you know." I say yes to the music, no to the girls, and we hit the club.

Then we arrive at Pulp for what is obviously gay night (if not a regular gay bar). My man was trying to pick up but wasn't getting far. The music was a good mix of house and disco (I'm talking FUNKYTOWN) but the DJ was terrible (I'm talking terrible). I got the "We are li'l pandas" song stuck in my head, which is frustrating because I KNOW those aren't the words.

My friend and I parted ways and I got my first o 3 crepes over the weekend (ham and cheese first then nutella and banana for the rest of the weekend) and tried for 45 minutes before I got a Taxi.

After a sleep in the dirty Hostel (Peace and Love is overpriced and wasn't the party they claimed - I had to go find my own) I checked out, told the lads I had a great time with the french dude and Jersey's fears were purely based on whatever racial/etchnic hangups he had, and headed to Boulevard Stain Germain.

Visiting with my parents was awesome. We ate and drank and caught up and walked around the sites. Brilliant visit. Best food I've eaten in ages, and the finest chocolate moose I think I've ever indulged in. Such a lucky boy am I - Thank you mummy and daddy.

Now I'm back into the grind. Working hard. Playing hard. I have a new apartment in D4 (time for you all to be impressed). I'm working on my suppliers because I need tickets to the All Black test match in November (if you hear of any hook a brother up).

Now it's Friday night and it's time to leave the office, have for a few pints with a workmate, a few pints with Tony, and a few movies on my couch.

I'll write more often I promise. haha

Cheers

posted by Eddie @ 10:27 AM