It was Brother-In-Law’s birthday over the weekend and guess what he wanted to do…
Dinner in Avignon?
Nightclub in Aix en Provence?
Party in the woods, outside Le Petit Village?
Do I have to go?
I don’t really have much to say about being at a party in the woods in the thirty third year of my life, except it did make me feel like I was seventeen again and at a bonfire party on a ranch somewhere back in Texas (aw memories…).
I took a couple of photos…
(But only a couple because people were looking at me like I was some photo crazed Auntie.)
This was Honey Jr’s transportation to the party…
Needless to say he had to hide the keys later from all the pastis soaked people who wanted a turn.
The DJ ‘booth’…
Yeah, it was that kind of party. I couldn’t have felt any older if I tried.
I’m bummed I didn’t get a better photo of the speakers. Four large on top, four large on bottom. It was LOUD (you know that saying; if it’s too loud, you’re too old? Turns out that’s true). Honey Jr and Brother-In-Law paid a €3,000 deposit on them. So for instance, if anything happened to the speakers, like some pastis soaked person accidentally bumped into them, knocking them over and breaking them, bye bye €3,000. Morons.
Besides the €47 worth of watermelons and apricots that The Husband and I brought with us (€47! For fruit?!), we also had some lamb…
(Vegetarians look away now)
Lamb: My Big Fat Greek Wedding style
Nothing like being in the woods, deafened by booming House music, tearing into barbecued lamb, eating €47 worth of fruit, getting bit by mosquitoes through your jeans, and trying to steal a 4Wheeler.
At least this guy had a good time…
The Fashion Police are never around when you need them