
Rosa Bonheur was a wasp's nest of craziness. Though the music wasn't as good as last time, we danced, getting jostled by the other internationals, spilling red wine, bumping bums, reminiscing about Dee-Lite, A-Ha and Michael Jackson.
Too bad Milo kept waking me up this morning. I could have really used another hour of sleep.
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