Some nights, sometimes
EDIT : Puisk c'est ca, au vu du commentaire 7, je n'ecrirai pas tant que tout le monde n'aura pas lu ce comm et ainsi vu que je n'ai pas fabule (NA !!).
Just come back from a party... Some nights like this night, where i'm feeling cool, zen, and sad.
Cool because of 3 martinis cockails (thank U Ezra), a lot of effect because i have not eaten today, except one small muffin (Thank U Tim Hortons) and an apple (Thank U me). I went to the Earls, between Smithe and Hornby (crazy place, we can't find that in Europa), it was not planned, But received a message (rhooo) and i followed... In fact, Shelley proposed me a House party with a hot tub, but it's really not my thing, and i feel really not good with my body to do this kind of party... Earls was a really good idea (Thank you... You), they have a big choice of cocktails (mmm so good after so much beer), and a lot of red wine, but, pouah, so young red wine that it can't be good. So with Ezra, we have decided to do a Red Wine Evening before his departure (ouiiin, it sucks), I buy the french wine, he buy the australian wine and we taste... We will see the best one... I speak english (so bad, i know), because i don't want to translate all my posts, and i will have to translate him some ones... Tonight, i have just told him something he HAS to know, i have never met a boy like him before. A really Gold Heart. Ok, so, except the fact that he's waiting for me in Australia, nothing else to say. It was a Good "night" (it's 1:30 AM). Chuis nulle je sais ( CA VA hein !).
And sad. Not only because of this Australian boy. Also too because i have seen snow movies to the Beaver and i was thinking to my father, the Alps, and our freeride sessions... I miss my father and snowboard and ski with him. I was telling to Ezra that, when i'm with my father, we can be really dangerous (for ourselves), crazy, and blablabla, Papa, tu me manques. Je t'aime.
And I started to wonder, what was I doing here, so far from my mummy, daddy and sister. What for ? Why ? To see love fly and come back to Australia, to speak with my sister by Skype and read news of my grands parents by mail... Please call me, send me pictures, i need to feel you not to far, i love you, i miss you. Anyway, the more important, it's that here, i feel really free...
Martinis go away and i have to go to bed. French lesson tomorrow, saturday, and... i don't know... as Ezra said to me tonight, just before leaving, "I need to think" (maybe the rason why i have slept so bad this week). Tout va bien, ne vous inquietez pas, juste un Martini de trop, et un coup de blues en plus... Sorry for my english. Juste la continuite de ma vie au jour le jour.
Pathetic sometimes, i know. Anyway, i love this place and their language.