Back from saturday night. A bit drunk of course.
It all started at a friend's house. At some time we were talking about her cat and I stated the classical "cats are proof that Nature doesn't always have a goal" (en fait, "les chats sont la preuve que l'volution n'a pas toujours un but"). Five minutes later, she was still laughing. Of course, we were already drunk, but still. Is it so funny ?
We (that means me and M, a friend of mine) went on to the Piano Vache. At about 1AM, there was no place left so we stood around the comptoir drinking, and staring at the redhead girl next to us. Then we moved to the Trois Mailletz, as always. We ate there, then moved downstairs. For once, it was kind of boring. It's the kind of place you enjoy when you're in a group, and tonight the show was somehow uninteresting. It happens.
I'll go to sleep now. Which reminds me, the webcomic of the week: Count your sheep.
It all started at a friend's house. At some time we were talking about her cat and I stated the classical "cats are proof that Nature doesn't always have a goal" (en fait, "les chats sont la preuve que l'volution n'a pas toujours un but"). Five minutes later, she was still laughing. Of course, we were already drunk, but still. Is it so funny ?
We (that means me and M, a friend of mine) went on to the Piano Vache. At about 1AM, there was no place left so we stood around the comptoir drinking, and staring at the redhead girl next to us. Then we moved to the Trois Mailletz, as always. We ate there, then moved downstairs. For once, it was kind of boring. It's the kind of place you enjoy when you're in a group, and tonight the show was somehow uninteresting. It happens.
I'll go to sleep now. Which reminds me, the webcomic of the week: Count your sheep.