It's friday, supposed to go at Nicolas, so that Clément and Pierre would take us there and then we would drive to Romain's... But there was a scooter on the way, sort of a car crash, and arrogance + stupidity express themselve down my street, emergency car and police and I'm supposed to fly tomorrow morning, this is what I call a start, but the only thing i worry about at this moment is my friend Emilie, she's on panic and there is nothing i can do...
Finally we're driving the highway, passing one or two tolls and then we hit Romain and Julie's, and there is a party there... That's ok i brought some drinks with me let's do that!
I get drunk, i got introduced to Jerome and Barbara's appartment and i like it... A small sleep and i'm backsitting in the van... Drive me to the airport, i feel akward or tired, maybe i'm still a bit drunk and my hair is dirty.
Registrations and goodbyes and we're flying to London, i've never been attracted by this city so i just don't care and i'm much more excited by the London-Vancouver flight... Crossing an ocean, sleeping and watching movies i don't find any interest in, talking shit with my best friends and most of the people did notice we're a band... The view is just splendid when we're above Canada, but this is taking too long...
We're landing, we're a bit stressed, we gonna go through the american immigration in Vancouver airport, we had the idea of going seperate ways but we're fucked up there is only one lane and two customers, but we made it and we're now waiting for our boarding cards and i really feel like an immigrate and i still do not understand why Vancouver airport is part of United States, i came to the point that this is still a consequence os expansionism, or is this abolishing the border, i cannot decide but it's ridiculous...
