Last night was a full of weirdness. It started off with drinks with F at the White House, where I hadn't been for a long time. We then went for dinner at Mousel's Cantine in Clausen, a restaurant that mainly serves Luxembourgish food.
On my way there, whilst queueing for the car park, the car in front of me suddenly reversed and was coming right at me. I kept honking but it didn't stop. There was a mild clash and instead of stopping and getting out of the car, the driver turned left into a side street and stopped. I put on my four indicators and got out of my car. How did they dare? The car party casually stepped out of their vehicle and walked over to me. We inspected my car and there was no bump or scratch. So we left it at that.
After this gentle shock, I needed a gin and tonic. But after two drinks on an empty stomach, I also needed something to eat. I had a prawn salad with chips.
After dinner we walked through the Rives de Clausen. There were lots of Halloween parties going on, many people were wearing costumes and we felt a bit out of place not being in disguise. We headed to IKKI, where we usually hang out.
There was a live band with a singer that couldn't sing. It was actually quite entertaining to listen to him massacre great songs by The Rolling Stones, Blur, Franz Ferdinand, U2, Daft Punk and so on. He had difficulties hitting the high notes - I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry. At the end he was singing Happy Birthday for someone and he even didn't get that one right. Anyway...
People watching was quite interesting. There was one elderly woman who was a female Michael Jackson dance impersonator. She was wearing a red hat and shiny MJ style gloves. Her dancing was of course attracting everyone's attention. I don't know if she was hired to perform or if she was a customer... All in all it looked strange. I kind of regret not having captured her on video to share with you and find out your opinion.
We stayed there until about midnight and wanted to go to Le Sud for a final drink. When we stepped outside, there were tons of people and it was difficult to move. At some point a fight broke out and I got beer spilled over my tights. My friend even got some trickling down her boots.
Eventually we made it to Le Sud but there was no point in having a drink as they were going to close after 20 minutes. We just called it a night then. A night of weirdness.
46, Montée de Clausen