This year, however, I'm a lazy bum. On my couch. Reading blogs, watching YouTube, checking out new photos on Facebook. Nothing I'm proud of, but it's all I could manage tonight. (and I may or may not have gotten some mint n' chip ice cream at Picard to keep me company).
While I listened to horrible Frenchie covers of Roxanne and Highway to Hell from the big talents in front of the dive bar across the street, Copain thankfully went out with un ami and sent me some MMS gems that would be a downright crime not to share.
I'm never against a big pile of fries...but let's zoom in shall we?
Take note of the sweaty gleam of this Monsieur's forehead and...hands??!!!
Run for the anti-bacterial gel people!
Copain's ami was brave enough to get a sandwich, only I guess he got the Fête de la Musique Special -
which strangely looks like poop in a baguette n'est pas?
Needless to say, faites-attention - it's dangerous out there people - maybe pack a snack pack to go instead?