PUTTING SOME MILEAGE ON THE METER 2

...FRIDAY

Friday evolved in that orderly fashion it always does.
At the end were too lazy to go out anywhere. Mum made us a collection of charcuterie and wine and cheeses. Since we weren't going anywhere, we did our best to invite too many people over to our house. Everybody was slighlty surprised when among other guests, i introduced my mother to them. But no worries, she blended right in and it was a blast. Its always the same thing - im too chickenshit to have the parties last all night through, even though the best fun is definitely here. I soaked my guts and brain in gin & tonics.
We went to - now our-local-hangouts - hideout and the violon dingue. We babbled with all the same people as last night (they, sadly, were there too on friday, like us!). We were forced out of the bar when it closed - some silly excuse of the barfight outside with people hitting each other with chairs and pints and extras driving in with cars.
On the way from hideout to violon dingue, heidi found love, or love found heidi, and she had trouble keeping up with the group. Violon dingue didn't want to let us in, in spite of my very compelling argumentation. Neither did the next bar. We finally found some lousy irish bar to spend the rest of the nightly hours and catch the first metros.

SATURDAY

was a testing day. My body was already taking severe casualties, and waking up at eleven to visit our french relatives with mum, didnt help all that much.
But, our french relatives came to get us by car - Claude (my mom's uncle) and her wife, Marie. We went to our grandgrandmother's grave to put down some flowers and headed to their place, where we had some of the best paté, dry sausage, and meat i've ever had. Simple yet sooooo good. We also went to visit my mother's cousin David a little bit further away, and he seemed like a really nice guy. The only cousin i remember well is the one that lived in the U.S. with us for a while - rodolphe, but there had been a fallout between them.
It was already night when we took the trainback to paris, and at home i joined laura and eeva again. We headed to the Cité Universitaire - an incredible campus area for students to live, which is a huge park ten minutes out of the center of Paris. I'm definitely moving there if i dont find a flatmate for this place. We waited in line - there were too many people. I got in, in one group, and laura was up next. She overheard the bouncers talking :' ugh, that guy barely got in, we're gonna keep an eye on him'. Laura asked: 'which guy?', answer: 'The short one' (a.k.a. niklas).
Just as outside, the inside had too many people, which resulted in a stampeed to the bar, the bouncers stopping the selling of alcohol, one of the bouncers almost starting a fight in the middle of the concert-like-density of the crowd, me almost getting my ass kicked when i told them not to fight because it would have disastrous results, me going to ask for my money back for my drinking tickets, and almost getting my ass kicked again when they refused and i incited everybody else to insist on getting their money back for the tickets. Go me.
The evening evened out when the crowd dissipated and Eeva found love. And actually, i think i've never seen so much love in one place. Erasmus students...
We made it home - again with the first metros, just barely avoiding two afterparties.

SUNDAY

By this time i felt like a shipwreck, and was almost relieved that the girls were leaving.
We managed to make an honest policereport on laura's stolen camera from last night, before they had to leave for the airport - on the same flight with mum. Finnish goodbyes were exchanged, although laura had promised to get emotional.
Thank you for visiting, i had an awesome time - laura, eeva ja suvi!!! oli kiva nähdä!!

Niklas