Samedi 21.04.07 Lords of the dance
Nicola and I meet with our future landlady this morning. Natalie is very straightforward and she has everything outlined and explained in no time. We’re to meet again on Thursday evening when we will be receive our keys, sign the contract and organise our EDF. We return home to Tivoli we tell Richard that we’ll be moving out next week. We need somewhere as a halfway house until Thursday but we’ve had lots of offers so it’s just a matter of who’s the first to offer a quick move. One of Nicola’s private student’s, Marie-Louise, is very concerned for us. She has two sons and would hate to think that they would find themselves in the same situation if they moved to Ireland so herself and her husband, Christian, have discussed the details and have offered to keep us for as long as we need. They’ll help us move tomorrow evening.
I need a new pair of sunglasses and Nicola has a private class so we go our separate ways in town. After sifting through the oh-so-stylish selection of cheapo sunnies I find what I reckon to be the best of a bad bunch. It’s a real beach day so I decide to hit Madiana beach with the lads. There’s a beach party for Bex’s birthday at Les Salines but the lure of toffee vodka and rhum doesn’t entice me today. It’s Alex’s birthday celebrations tonight so I need to conserve energy and money for whatever the evening brings.
I soon join my crispy chums at the beach by Casino. J.V and Cedric are pealing. Birthday Boy Alex is trying to increase his appealing nature with fake bake oil while Nicolas, who tried a similar sizzling smearing, is half baked. Lionel is no longer sporting a hedgehog hairstyle but his Tahitian skin saves him from instant incineration.
Dorian’s Granny died last night so he’s hanging with his marine mates down south. A family friend of Nicola’s also passed away. Jerome is back in France – to vote perhaps. The most impressionable news of the day was communicated by Richard – Arlette is coming back tomorrow. I recount the story to the lads. Various verbal vulgarities are expressed but none of them are really shell-shocked. She’s a sad, sad lady if she’s coming back just to screw us over.
The lads go for drinks while I soak up the sun. Seb and Francine arrive and sneakily place sand on my back. I think it’s the bratty boys beside me or the crazy palm-leaf artist so I ignore it until my sixth sense kicks in. The duo have been shopping and are off roller skating. Francine is in a delicate condition but I’m sure she knows her limits…
The entrepreneurial Rastaman comes and sits beside me. I ask him to show me how he makes his little leaf fish and windmills and he promptly picks some suitable stems and sets about making his contraption while trying to guess where I’m from. He never does. He offers me the ventilator but I decline saying that there’s enough wind today. I don’t want to make a scene and take out my tatty purse but one of his friends approaches me and gives me a grasshopper for free.
There’s another BBQ at the regiment tonight as too much food was bought for the DIRISI bash last night. Nicola and Dorian decide to head to the Terminal to meet Marc and Co. but I’m not the only girl present. Bertrand has brought a work colleague. She’s crazy. She’s a mad dancer too – even without any alcohol consumption. She’s a good match for the Bday Boy! Two other female forms are there too. They vote Yo-yo as the best looking boy of the past four months – I’m sure he’d blush if he could! I don’t like to generalise (I don’t retain strange names well) but the Arab dudes are there too striking an athletic pose in their oh-so-sexy 33 RIMA sportswear!
Alex has managed to get into the party mood with a bottle of vodka. He hops around all night. He’s still moving and grooving at Coconuts that night while the rest of us are sipping champagne or shying away from Francine’s frantic picture-taking, Stefan’s drunken smoochiness or J.V’s nasty advice. Thumb’s up for a good night anyway.
Francine and Seb bought Alex a commemorative disc for him – the world’s greatest playboy. It’s so fitting. He wastes no time in trying it on with the crazy chick but I don’t know the outcome as myself, Cedric, J.V and Lionel are on the road to perdition…
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