How to finish a Party (Punjabi Fever)
The most important in a party in Vancouver is how you leave it. A great Vancouver party has to finish by a Taxi lift. But not just a "taxi".... A Punjabi Taxi.. The last time i took a taxi to go back at home, it was already a punjabi driver. Indian Music, Indian Turban... You add to it, alcohol and tiredness, and the mix is ready for huge giggles.
Since this time, with my Half, we started to watch Punjabi movies, when we are reeeally tired. Musical comedy, Indian dancing lessons, everything is good to understand Punjabi People in Vancouver (eheh).
Tonight, we were to Virginie's Farewell party. The last party with Virginie (bon, du coup, etant donne qu'on n'a pas ete capable de se dire au revoir, on se voit jeudi soir, sortez les mouchoirs). We ate (mm, Ptit Ecolier et Nutella), we drank (mmm Oakanagan white hiiiips wine), we spoke and we laughed (hahaha). She also made a "Open Fridge", after i spoke to her about my Open Bar (et Open Placards), just before my depature... A nice and funny moment... Giving all my food to friends, drinking all the good wines... *Soupir*
And we called a taxi.
J'ai revu alors ma moitie danser au milieu du salon un samedi soir de grande fatigue, d'autant plus que celui-ci s'est mis a gesticuler dans le taxi, en demandant au chauffeur quel etait le titre de la chanson, Un grand moment. Cecile et moi etions ecroulees sur la banquette arriere (enfin surtout moi, fatigue de la semaine aidant), le chauffeur aussi, les chauffeurs voisins aussi, bref tout Vancouver pouvant etre reunis a 1h30 du matin sur Burrard Street. So, a great party in Vancouver is not an awwwesome party without a lift by a Punjabi.
That's all. C'est tout ce que je dirais sur les taxis a 1h30 du mat. Sur ce, hips, bonne nuit.