[Dahut-pm] 30th Birthday Party - 15/03/2007 - Paris

[Robin Berjon]

Dear all,

as you know this fateful year I am hitting the big 30. And as you  
also know, in a dimensional arrangement in which time is  
traditionally considered to flow in a single direction, this sort of  
event only happens once. Now, as you no doubt know as well, this is  
not the only event to only occur once in a lifetime — indeed there  
are many other such occurrences, arbitrary examples of which include  
licking a dead boar's face in Enschede, being five times 2017 days  
old, watching the Eurovision on MDMA spiked tequila, or betting that  
you can do the moonwalk in moonboots while listening to ABBA's _The  
Winner Takes It All_ on a ferry from Trondheim to Å.

Yet, yielding to the bourgeois convenience and heteronormative drone  
of tradition, I have decided to make this unique moment singular by  
organising an extremely unusual type of event: on the evening of  
Thursday March 15th 2007, starting at around 1900, a number of us  
will gather in bars and consume large amounts of alcohol.

Since 30 is three decades, the reasoning goes that one would require  
three bars in which to gather.

The primary location is:

   Les Jeux de Pom
   123 boulevard de Ménilmontant 75011 Paris (France)

The secondary location is:

   Le Lou Pascalou
   rue des Panoyaux 75020 Paris (France)

And the third location, to which people should go if we manage to  
fill the two previous ones, is:

   Le Saint-Sauveur
   rue des Panoyaux 75020 Paris (France)

At this point you may be wondering how we're going to fill three  
bars, which may not be the biggest that Paris has to offer but that  
can still accommodate quite a few. The idea is this: bring everyone.  
If I've had a drink with them, I want to have another on that night.  
If I've shaken their hand but not had a drink, well it's about time  
we had one together. If we've never met, heck that's the night on  
which to get acquainted. Basically, if it's still warm, it's not only  
welcome but in fact invited. If you come, don't bring presents —  
bring people. Likewise, if you're not coming, don't send presents —  
send people, whether I know them or not they'll be given drinks.  
Thirty years isn't very long at all, but it's made from encounters of  
all kinds with all manners of people. I'm thinking it would be fun to  
have a big bunch of those off their brains on White Russians there.

I know that most if not all of you won't be able to make it, and some  
of you will be celebrating a similar event elsewhere. But hey, if you  
know someone stranded in Paris, send them, and next time we meet  
we'll catch up on the drinking :)

All three bars are within a tiny trot of one another, I'll be  
shuttling from one to the next about every hour. After 2am, I have no  
clue what may befall those who are still conscious and haven't  
defected to the last metro. But I'm sure we'll come up with something.

Youthfully your,

-- 
Robin Berjon - http://berjon.com/
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