The English Edition of “L’éclatée au T.H.C.” Written by BiboZ
It was the week of New Years 2001. I haven’t slept much lately. And that day, I hadn’t eaten anything. Well… almost nothing. My uncle who had come to visit from England was leaving again that same day. I had a great time with him, as well as with my aunt, although they only stayed for a few short days. I accompanied them to the Lausanne station. Before that, during the morning, I had to go to the bank and exchange some old notes for new ones, cleaner and less creased. In doing so, I came across a friend who had no more things to do than me in the afternoon. I offered to call him back, via cordless phone, at that time.
So after leaving these wonderful people at the station, I wandered around to pass the time, take my mind off things, see interesting people, approach a pretty redhead with a magnificent smile while shopping and enjoy finishing this end of the day. Start the year with beauty. This is something important to me. What a beautiful day in prospect!
When I arrived home, two or three hours later, I picked up the phone and dialed the number of the friend in question. He asked me to join him at his place. A few minutes later, I arrived at the scene of the “crime” (well, excuse me…I meant at my friend’s home).
I rang and he answered fairly quickly. We sat in his room and started playing some music. Not knowing how to play anything other than bass, I tried to accompany him as best I could while he tried his hand at acoustic guitar and percussion in turn.
The same evening, he was to leave for Barcelona. That was where he intended to spend his New Year’s Day. It must be said that it was the middle of winter, Christmas had already passed and it was quite cold, especially as night approached. The current year ends in a few days…
Another very friendly friend was there. He was surfing the Internet when I arrived and he didn’t stay very long. He still had time to teach me one or two cool riffs on bass.
Being very hungry, I grabbed a box of delicious chocolate brownies. Then, my friend suggested that we go upstairs and watch the end of a video on skateboarding. This was a very interesting documentary…and impressive!
When the documentary finished, I decided to devour a few more brownies, when my friend warned me that I should not overdo it, because they were made with Marrakech butter.
“Pardon?” I stammered, very surprised. “What’s Marrakech butter?”
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