Lyon, Lyon. So close to Annecy, yet so different. No, not really, but it was really nice to escape for just one day and breathe different air and see different people than the freaks who usually walk the streets of Annecy.
The crazyness started on the train. Louise and I were getting bored and since Nicki was sleeping (bitch) we decided it might be a good idea to wrap a lot of pink toiletpaper around her shoes and see if she would notice. She did. But she actually found it so amusing that she kept it on to see if Henri (friend of hers, met us up for lunch and showed us town) would notice. He didn't. Wait, this actually gets better.
We spent the whole day strolling around in Lyon and ended up in a really fancy bar, that according to Louise looked a lot like Cafe Opera in Stockholm. After getting a little merry we managed to arrive to the train station literally two minutes before the last train would leave. At this point, Nicki thought it would be a good idea to buy a bottle of wine from a really tacky bar at the station, to continue our state of drunkedness. Sitting on the train, drinking cheap wine out of plastic mugs took 'classy' to a whole new level. Arriving at the the station in Annecy, we decided to continue the party at Finn Kelly's with champagne and shots. We also recreated the the toilet paper around Nickis foot to take a picture of it (as shown above), and of course she forgot about it and walked out of the bar still wearing it, just in front of a swiss guy she met a couple of nights before.
The night ended at Rivers and in order to survive in there, your only option is to continue being heavily drunk. "Drink them beautiful", I told Nicki. "You mean drink them possible", she responded.
Aah, the charming life of Annecy...
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