Maybe it's the beer I'm having on an empty stomach but I don't quite manage to sew 2 ideas together. ^_^
A temporary ice rink is being built place de la mairie which is only a couple of blocks from my place. This should be fun. I'm not a good skater but boy do I enjoy wiiiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzzinnng on ice. I just hope there won't be too many people on it… I love skating, I love skiing, I love everything … one can do with style.
I remember a group of old swiss men, swiss old men, old men that happened to be swiss (ate, later that day, in the same diner: accent so thick one could hang his coat on) skiing and I had to stop to just look at them, skiing down the slope, apparently effortless, not really jumping but technically good enough to not, again apparently, bother about the bumpy track.
What am I talking about?
Colleagues of mine invited me yesterday. They're all under 25. I didn't quite enjoy the evening. Their references are not mine, what makes them laugh doesn't even get a grin from me, they mostly know nothing I consider references, it is all as if we were living on different planets. Why did they invite me I don't know, will they again? I don't know, I don't think so, I really couldn't care less.
Maybe I'm too serious. I think I am very serious. Everything has to be serious. Except work, maybe. I fathom less and less having fun and not considering it without serious preparation.
Bear with me anyone.