So what can I say ?
New Year's was nice. We left for Bretagne with my Finnish friend on Friday. I had trouble waking up in the morning (5 a.m.) since I had trouble falling asleep the preceding evening.
We managed to jump in the train and off we went with a bullet train.
We discussed various things during our 4 hour trip and I must say that it's pretty comfortable and not at all awkward speaking with him. I'm a pretty open person so I can talk about almost anything, but sometimes with certain people you have to stay vary about what you say.. I was glad to see he was not one of those people. :)
Of course, they came 25 mins late to meet us at the train station. And then they wanted - of course - to drink a coffee before going home. Olivier knows me well enough to read the signs of storm from my face, but he was for naught. Poor baby, I'm a bit hard on him sometimes..
Once they finally were coffeed-up and ready to go, we still had 45 mins of driving to do.
We were pretty tired, but me managed to go do the groceries. And we went to the flat and everyone went to take a nap :D
Hunny was quite cutesy, claiming that he had missed me :) I missed him too.
So the evening party had a dress code. Masquerade :D
I decided to wear my authentic kimono I had once been gifted by a in-love-colleague. So I threw on my make-up and went to drink.
Now for the last +3 years I've hardly touched alcohol. First because of my year of CAP + work = no free days, no free time, secondly due to my BP internship (school+work leaves you dead and anti-social). Sure I've had a few beers now and then, even a couple of ciders in Finland, but it had been a while since my last drunken state. I drank cocktails, beer, rum, vodka, cider, hell I even drunk almost a whole bottle of Bailey's by myself. And be not mistaken, I'm a fast drinker.
I was sure I'd fall asleep before midnight and have the hangover of my life but something weird happened.
After midnight, I noticed Olivier missing. I found him dead asleep in his bed (his condition was used to take explicit pictures) and I went to sleep like around 3 a.m. Before that I had dragged chéripie to the toilets so that the goo he was spewing would go in the toilet and not in the bed.
In the middle of the night I woke up, threw up and went to bed.
In the morning I woke up, threw up by force and went to bed.
At 2p.m. I woke up with Olivier. Boy was he in a bad state.
I felt pretty good. Tired, but good.
I spent the entire day sleeping and cleaning. I refused to go bowling with the others just to be able to stay home and just rest. And not leave my friend alone :)
So Sunday we cleaned the house and left. We took the train while the others left by car.
We slept :D
Once back in Paris I proposed that we go see Le Sacré Coeur since he had not yet seen it and it would save him the trouble the next day. So we hopped in the bus and then dragged my luggage up to Sacré Coeur where we could admire the night view of Paris. At that point I started to be pooped and was more than relieved once we finally got home.
Olivier and P'tit Chat were still on their way with the car. I put a chicken in the oven, made rice and waited patiently, starving.
I was quite impatient by the time they arrived to I forced them to be quick serving themselves :D It was bliss afterwards. I went to bed around eleven, dreading the following work day....
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I've heard of hangovers coming late, like on the following evening, but 2 days late is just plain ridiculous.
I was DEAD at work. Tired. Out of my mind. Head-ache. Nauseous. Tired.
I tried boosting myself with coffee and I even napped during my lunch-break.
Luckily my first make-up tattoo client was also my last so my hand was less shakey than it had been in the morning.
Take-away hangover. Who'd known ?
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Today was interesting. I had a client in make-up tattooing, for the eyes.
Now I was briefed by both Domi and Môd, telling me how extravagant she was.
And boy was she a genuine Christmas tree.
My GOD.
Good thing I'm patient..
Madame was half deaf, half blind (luckily, the mess she was when she left..) and quite vulgar.
Overweight, over-make-up tattooed, HUGE rings and jewellery, bref, a sight to see. (Domi calls her "The Christmas Tree") She was also slightly drunk (told me openly that she had drunk quite a few glasses before coming - and it reeked on her) and popped some shady pills during the treatment. And Lord was she loud.
I was NOT proud of the result because
a) what she wanted was horrible (what she already had from past tattooings was horrid and diffused under the skin)
b) the ink diffused ever so slightly under her skin. I hope it goes away.
We recently changed the brand of ink we use and it's happened on 2 now 3 of our dozens of clients that it diffuses slightly under the skin.
The horror.
I seriously hope it goes away but Madame thought it pretty.
I'll prolly write about this again in a future post.... keep this in mind when it happens........
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