aaawwww, gig goodness

 I was hired in june by the organisation of a neighbourhood party. I'm not sure of the correct translation, but some streets or neighbourhoods arganise an annual party where the kids can play games, the adults can drink and crawl discretely back to their own house afterwards. It's perfect, you don't need  ababysitter because you're right outside! You don't need a driver to get home because it's in your street!

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An offer of staying for dinner was made, but I declined. After being admired by thirty girls, it would be a let down if I joined them in my after-performance clothes.  

I got back home within half an hour, enjoying the feeling of doing well.

 

Ah, live is good!