Just waking up and still feel wasted, a mix of sambuca, whisky, beer and vodka redbull taste in the mouth and the pain of an australian wine in the stomach. Second time I'll take the plane with a bloody hangover, don't like it.
It was a nice but weird evening yesterday, a cocktail in Soul that was really worth it, this place is awsome, really smart like, in what used to be a church (like a shitload of other pubs/clubs), a dinner at Jimmy Chung's on Union Street, well, honnestly, the one at the beach is better in the way that it's way more quiet and smart while this one is noisy like hell, same food tho, nice food, all you can eat, and I got invited.
That's the beginning of hell, we went to random places I just can't remember the name of, drinking one, two, three glasses and a shot each time of course and while you perfectly know you shouldn't waste yourself that much, while you know you should be fresh the next day, resistance is futile, they bloody know how to take care of that and drive you fucking pissed. There was this band however in a brilliant, hidden to students, pub, that played live music, lots of classics, impressive performance, a real presence "on stage", for free, I wish all pubs were like that, I would feel in heaven here.
I'll miss Aberdeen during christmas and new year, it's a place I love, where I have great friends, freedom, and fucking hell: her.
It's awkward to come back to France, not really sure I'll like what I'll see, what the news will spit, licking the arse of our "beloved" dwarf-president.
Mais il y a la famille, les amis, les repas de fête, parler ma langue maternelle, se faire coucouner par les parents... Hmmm voyons voir, c'est sympa aussi :)
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