It's Me, Sara Louise

Lyon hosts a famous Fête des Lumières (festival of lights) every year on the 8th December. And this year, Le Petit Village wanted to get in on the action. Last Friday night (the 9th, not the 8th, but whatever), Honey Jr and Brother-in-Law’s party committee (the same zany little committee that brought us, Brazil Day) was due to put on our village’s very own Fête des Lumières outside of Le Petit Bar. But naturally, in true Le Petit Village style, it all went Pete Tong (in case you’re not familiar with rhyming slang… that means, it all went wrong).

You see, Honey Jr and Brother-in-Law, are not the only members of the party committee, there are two others… The Parisian (total disaster, I know!) and Big Cheese (look at that… a brand new character never blogged about before… I’ll let you in on a little secret… I’m not a fan of Big Cheese). Everyone had their own job to do to ensure that Le Petit Village was lit up like Lyon. And Big Cheese had the most important job of the day… he was in charge of the lights. Like putting them up and stuff.

Now I’m not sure if it was the pressure of all those lights and living up to Lyon that got to Big Cheese, or if he just got swept away in the festival spirit, but either way, instead of putting up lights, he spent the day drinking whiskey in the bar. Like ALL DAY. By the time 5 o’clock rolled around, he was hooched.

And that’s when the fun started.

Big Cheese went home (across the street from the bar), stripped off all of his clothes, and proceeded to walk in and out of his house, shouting abuse (at who, or about what, I have no idea). Somebody was not having it (I’m pretty sure that someone was his wife) and called the Gendarme (or as I like to call them, le po-po).

And that was that.

So the only Fête des lumières we had in Le Petit Village last Friday night, was the flashing lights of the Gendarme’s car, and Big Cheese’s full moon.

Please enjoy a short clip of how Lyon does it (i.e., correctly)…