Thursday.

Weekend na4alsya v 4etverg s ve4erinki u evreev.
Po3nakomilas` s ku4ei russkih, evreev (kone4no je!) i drugimi international.
Bylo deistvitelno oooo4en` veselo!

Friday.

Irish bar. Terrible hang over. Vypili po pivu s Yulei, Ivanom, Danny i ewe 4ernenkim (kak biw` ego... 3abyla!).
Uhodya, ya podpisala ne tot 4ek - rebyata hohotali, rasska3yvaya po telefonu o 4ut` ne pla4uwei oficantke. Eto vse terrible hang over!

K poluno4u ya snova polna sil! Club 1234 s rebyatami s ve4erinki (not rus).


Saturday.

Sobiralis` popit` kofe s Antuanom - otmenil. V topku.

Sobiralis` v Jazz Bar s Danny, Ivanom i von-tem-tret`im-4ernenkim.

Po3vonila ka3ahskoi devo4ke - ona ne mojet, u nih nacionalniy pra3dnik.
Po3vonila arabskoi devo4ke - ona ne mojet, semeinaya shodka.
Po3vonila Yule - ona ne mojet, ona 3amujem.
Ivan - v Toronto svalil, osta`lnye prosto opa3dali. V obwem, jazz bar 3apolnen do otka3a. Easter night!
Powli v Irish Bar, prihodilos` smotret` hockey (v reklamnie pauzy jivaya mu3ika!). (Montreal Canadiens sdelali amerikosov!)
Stranno smotrelas` ya s mulatom Danny (on s Haiti) i ego 4ernenkim drugom v Irish bare! kajetsya, oni byli edinstvennie v svoem rode.

Govorili o philisophy of existance, christian moralty, spirituality.

A ewe 4ernenkiy na etoi nedele popal na ograblenie coffee shopa (s nastoyawim Magnun`om!) - cashier smelaya oka3alas`, govorit, mol, lu4we pristreli menya - vse ravno rabota-gavno, menya uvolyat teper`. Robber v3dohnul, ska3al "oui.." i svalil. 4ernenkiy v woke. Da i ya toje.

Posle bara snova 3vonok ot russian-french-international friends, house party! Kone4no je, attending!

Shisha, vodka, ra3govory o Chekhove.
3atem lounge bar i Sambuca i3-pod stola (ugadaite, kto prones ee?!)
A ewe 3apomnilas` fra3a international parnya: "Wow, u r drinking shots of vodka, tequila, sambuca...and still u r very beautiful!".

Sunday.

Vse dostalo. Da, ya moody.
Propustila vstre4u s Charles. (ne 3abyt` i3vinitsya!)
V ignore: Antuan, Lucas, Daniel, Danny, Yulya.
Cell phone is off.
Nu i pust` vse idut na Bal en Blanc... I`m fed up of them.


Po kvartire raskleivau stikery s francu3kimi slovami.
(Kak v "100 let odino4estva", kogda u nih stala propadat` pamyat`...)