Roommates, denim will never die!
Met up with the crew in a bar in the Oberkampf... very promising night when a bar has a piano.
The we discussed the second world, what was going on downstairs while we were drinking wine next to a piano... way more fun.
Kicked out? Well a guy outside the bar said he would host an after party at his place a couple of blocks away... Sam was very eager to attend this event, Bridgette knew this brother was trouble, but decided to tag along.
Sophie, as usual, stole someone's hat an sported it at the afterparty. The victim this time was Neaz.
But then again, Neaz hair is so awesome it was made to be displayed.
The guy's place was sweet, with a big terrace.
Bridge and I decided we would never buy toilet paper for our apartment, we refuse to pay money for it! So this one exposed now in our tiny bathroom is courtesy of that nice man. W e also have some from 6 blv St. Germain and 27 rue Saint Guillaume (one of the industrial big ones in public bathrooms...) I think we're good for a while.
arrivederci
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