I understood that summer will end in 2 weeks. The next thing that I understood was “I wanna get laid before summer ends”. Really. Seriously. This wasn’t like a real summer. Too cold, too short, no swimming, no satisfaction from drinking. I want at least to get laid before it ends. 




The musical number "Paris Holds the Key (To Your Heart)" includes cameos by various historical characters from the time including Maurice Chevalier, Sigmund Freud, Charles A. Lindbergh, Josephine Baker, Claude Monet, Isadora Duncan, Auguste Rodin, and Gertrude Stein.

I’d like to point out Freud slips on that banana peel.

A Freudian slip.

Life lessons: №3

Before describing the next lesson that I’ve learned I want to mention that it’s been less than a month since I’ve finished reading “Up and down in Paris and London” by George Orwell.

Yesterday my mother told me that our housing department messed up the entrance of the apartment building so that it was closed and could be opened only from the inside. This news reached me halfway to the bar. I decided to party till the morning not to disturb the mom.

Aaaaaand, now the lesson:

1) I can’t party all night long. Impossibru.

2) Believe George Orwell, who described sleeping on the bench briefly, but very accurately. It’s also impossibru. You can easily forget about the hardness of the surface under your back, but you can’t forget about the wind. I didn’t fall asleep and felt miserable.