Flat Fiesta

Just hangin' out, interrupting romantic moments.

Flats being so tiny in Paris, I mostly find myself celebrating in bars or by the river. But when a flat party presents itself, I'm all green lights. This one was a good one with good people, and unfortunately for my liver, lots of vodka. Damn you Addison for introducing me to Schwepps. A spoonfull of sugar helps the medecine go down, but a splash of Schwepps will have you pounding the hard stuff and licking your lips. Hours later I found myself holding down my insides in a taxi with a sweetheart driver who told me everything'd be ok. And it was. But I'll have to keep Shwepps and vodka away from each other next time.