Just last Saturday I was at a house party in a flat that looked up on the Sacre Couer
Beautiful apartment, about 40+ people throughout the night and tons of booze. At around midnight, the international crowd (Brits, French, Italians and a couple of Canadians) just started dancing.
It was quite cool to watch, though I didn't join in as I was too busy helping the birthday boy berate some party crashers by assigning them numbers and saying they could only drink out of egg cups (very few glasses left by that stage).
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Wed 10 Nov 2010, 14:50, Reply)