lundi 21 septembre 2009

Let's paint the town and shut it down

I'm in a taxi heading home at four thirty on Saturday morning, and I'm happy. It's been a funny night. It's been a ridiculous night.

It all started well with drinks chez TBNIL - there were cocktails, canapés and gifts that included a cabbage and a rubber duck (best you don't ask about either, really).

When it came time to leave the house, we headed for the Marais and for the fabulousness that is Gay Paris. We worked our way around a couple of bars - and it was at the second bar that we lost le Fabulous Parisien.

Apparently, he had met up with a couple of old friends and stayed out with them all night. I don't know if this is true or not, but I'm not really too worried - the fact that he showed up the next morning with a dozen croissants, a sheepish look and a determination to keep me in the bedroom kind of told me that there was another story somewhere....

After losing le FP, we headed for a big old dance at the Tango - the ropiest club in Paris which plays the best music. It's actually great fun there - with music ranging from the Gossip to Cyndi Lauper; from Madonna to Dalida and French pop from Yelle to Claude François. We danced and danced. And then we danced some more.

At one point, my Lovely Irish Bookish Friend found his way up to the stage at the front of the dancefloor. Accompanied by his Certain Someone they showed Paris how it's done in Waterford. And boy did they. It was all going swimmingly until Certain Someone realised he'd been shaking his booty with his flies undone. Pure class. Especially when a young French hottie pointed this out...

The Fierce People were also with us - and the American half was very very drunk. God bless him, he was like a sex-crazed chihuahua, humping everyone's legs and generally driving people crazy. Very funny, and good fun - if you like an undersized American gyrating himself up and down your extremities. Personally, I don't.

And Skater Boy was there too. But that's a whole other post. I'll just say 'tears before bedtime' for now. I do like to keep you in suspense.

After the Tango, after we'd danced ourselves damp and silly, we decided that enough wasn't enough.

At three thirty Saturday morning we headed to the Dépôt. The nasty, dirty, yukky, sexy, filthy Dépôt. I've posted about this place and its labyrinthine sex-club basement before. Needless to say, it was a fitting end to a funny night.

It was with our boundaries pushed and our horizons further widened that we left Sodom and Gomorrah behind and headed home.

Leaving the club, none of dared look back at what we'd left behind. After all, let's not forget what happened to Lot's wife.

At that time of day, and with the debauchery that we had just left behind, the likelihood of somebody turning into a pillar of salt seemed only too real...

17 commentaires:

Daisy a dit…

You guys are amazing - such stamina! Really sad I couldn't join you for the drinks part - your weekend put mine to shame!! x

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Daisy - it would have been great if you had. I guess there'll be another opportunity at some point though.... And trust me, last night, I crashed!

cb a dit…

Une bonne fête pour tout! I'm glad you had a good time, and I want depot details!!

Daryl a dit…

Ah to be young, gay and in Paree ..

travelling, but not in love a dit…

ceebee, there are no Depot details to be had really - it was same old same old Depot. I'm pretty much over the place.

That said, it was the perfect way to end a ridiculous evening....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

D, you'd have had a great time with us. That's for sure.

Brett a dit…

I really hate coming home after a weeks holiday, but reading a weeks worth of your post picks me right up. Where do you get the energy?

Kate a dit…

Love the post although an seriously envious of your stamina!

Kate x

aims a dit…

Ooooh la la! What fun! Nobody - absolutely nobody (that I know) parties like you guys. I've worked up a sweat just reading this.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Brett, glad to brighten things up for you sir!

Hi Kate, welcome. And it's not stamina so much as perseverance!

Aims, we work really hard at partying hard, he he. And it's worth it (but then so are we...) x

Rob Inukshuk a dit…

I'm exhausted reading that, but it sounds like it was great fun.

I think I'd better get into training....

Teaser a dit…

Well you can proudly say you can keep up with a 16 year old when it comes to clubbing!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Rob, definitely get some training in if you're heading this way! Although, I bet you can handle the occasional late night with panache and style....

Teaser, the problem is, I've been doing this since I was sixteen - that makes me either very good at it or very sad...you choose!

alan a dit…

Sodom and Gomorrah wasn't my finest hour, by any stretch of the imagination, but the whole thing was so much fun

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Alan, your finest hour was the on-stage dancing. Without a doubt! Boy werqs those moves....he he

Teaser a dit…

Means your very good at it. Hope I'll keep going for as long as you have! ;)

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Teaser, I'm sure you will - what with your dancer's stamina and all that. You'll be busting moves into your dotage, ha ha