drinks and balconies

So last night I had a random group of people coming over to mine for some drinks. The idea was to start here and then head out but we never really made it out. It might have something to do with the fact that I live on the 6^th floor and after the climb nobody wanted to move again, who knows.

Apparently I am the luckiest person in Paris with my two little balconies – they make my place perfect for chilling and enjoying life. Ok, cool. I think it was more that bottle of pommeau I had left from my trip to Normandy. Anyways, I ended up having a long conversation with a friend of a friend of a friend on one of them (balconies that is). Right before they had to leave he asked for my phone number so that we can go and see Harry Potter or Spiderman 3.

He seemed really nice, a bit shy and a bit of a lifestyle Indian but cool. But he has the most random hair ever and I can’t decide if that is as serious as having bad shoes. Which, then is an absolute no no.