It's almost unheard of in Paris to socialise with your colleagues but we're an international(ish) team made up of a mix of French, English, German and Iranian. So eight of us headed out last night to unjeudiapary.
The format is really for cadres celibataires (single professionals) but I think all of our group are married, living in etc. so this was an opportunity to enjoy a champagne open bar for a couple of hours at Maxim's (very cavernous, belle-epoque 'nightspot') for the price of €12 and have a bit of a boogie. And people watch.
I love watching the french dance at weddings . The french love to rock 'n roll dance - you know the twirling, dipping and swinging style. They are very serious about this. And I take great amusement at watching a young couple earnestly rock 'n roll to latest hits. (Frog and I have been in dispute about taking dancing classes for the last 10 months since I want to salsa and he just wants to rock.)
As the lightweight that I am now, since we started early (7pm) I had my several glasses of champagne, a bit of a boogie (no rock 'n rolling I hasten to add) and headed home, curled up in the duvet by 11pm. Only to be woken up at nearly 2am by a frog who had just returned from an evening playing cards with his friends. Wild living indeed...