I do apologise if anyone injured themselves on collapsing at the sight of my unusually worded title but it is indeed true. I actually had a good time in the night club last night...
Yesterday evening saw the mass unemployment of the Moténo team - evidently this calls for a celebration. What could be better than being young, educated and unemployed for the cold winter months in the touristic region of Morbihan? It's time to party!
It all started at the campsite bar where we took great delight in chasing away potential paying customers as this was a 'private do'. I must say the French know how to have a drink before dinner as the beer, kir and punch did not stop running for about 4 hours before we finally shuffled over to the dinner table. Here a magnificent feast of langustine, beef, smoked salmon and caviar was layed out before our eyes. Copious amounts of wine were served with it (obviously).
At about 1am I started to panic ring Mark as I knew clubbing was more than likely to be on the cards and I was kinda hoping he may finish work in time to save me. No such luck, I was whisked away in my boss' car with one of the (now ex) chefs. We stopped off at her house so she could 'changer ses pieds' and then pulled up outside 'Le Bash'.
Turns out the club is extremely well thought out with a lovely (quiet) terrassed area for those who aren't up to sweating it out on the dance floor to DJ too much bass. As you can imagine I spent most of my evening here, sipping champagne as it goes, even managed to get away without spending a penny, marvelous! All in all it was my kind of evening and I'm very upset that my time at Moténo has come to an end, they'd better watch out as I'd love to be back again next year.
I'm off to detox...
