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tenlittlebullets) wrote2010-06-10 04:21 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2010-06-10 04:21 am
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Barricade Day, continued
June 6 went well, Châtelet are a bunch of poopyheads and moved our seats inconveniently, we still managed to be a giant block of fangirls laughing at inappropriate moments in the show, and afterwards ten of us somehow ended up at my flat and realized too late that the Metros were no longer running. So we hung around and fangirled until the Metros were running again, i.e. 5:30am. And some very silly and wonderful things resulted from that, let me tell you.
Surprisingly enough, Barricade Day festivities did not end with, well, Barricade Day, and my recollection of the past few days is actually quite fuzzy--I know they involved, in approximate order, the sewer museum,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucieandco staying at my flat for a couple nights, way too much wine, Père Lachaise, way too much booze, Carnavalet, and yet more wine and fangirling. Drunken topics of conversation have included Hungarian grammar, that weird Javert/Enjolras video of 'Die Schatten werden länger', the Postmodernism Generator, slashfic, ten million tales of everybody's Irish ancestors, Quatrevingt-Treize, bad fanfiction, Lucien de Rubempré, more slashfic, and some probably-extremely-profound discussions of Enjolras and the Romantic sublime whose details I have already forgotten because damn, we were sloshed. And we all managed to spoil the endings of our WIP fanfiction to each other.
And how do I manage to keep making LJ posts at 4am when I have somewhere to be in the morning? Fuck, I'm going to bed.
Surprisingly enough, Barricade Day festivities did not end with, well, Barricade Day, and my recollection of the past few days is actually quite fuzzy--I know they involved, in approximate order, the sewer museum,
lucieandco staying at my flat for a couple nights, way too much wine, Père Lachaise, way too much booze, Carnavalet, and yet more wine and fangirling. Drunken topics of conversation have included Hungarian grammar, that weird Javert/Enjolras video of 'Die Schatten werden länger', the Postmodernism Generator, slashfic, ten million tales of everybody's Irish ancestors, Quatrevingt-Treize, bad fanfiction, Lucien de Rubempré, more slashfic, and some probably-extremely-profound discussions of Enjolras and the Romantic sublime whose details I have already forgotten because damn, we were sloshed. And we all managed to spoil the endings of our WIP fanfiction to each other.And how do I manage to keep making LJ posts at 4am when I have somewhere to be in the morning? Fuck, I'm going to bed.