B-entrance .. says…

I shall not speak about fashion today, but about something which hold each of my evenings and my conversations: What are we going to do for the new year!
From D-15 of the New Year’s Eve, that’s THE question. I always celebrated the passage of new year in particular conditions: on the beach, with people who strictly don’t care about it, on the emergency side of a road, lost on an island, a 20 minutes marathon to every parties I’ve been invited to. Generally I only start to get organized a few days before fateful date, after arguing for two weeks. And it comes like this:
- What are you doing for the New Eve?
- What is this party, there’ll be a lot of people there?
- I don’t know, I have to talk with my boyfriend
- It’s going to be a huge party! So, are you coming over?
- How much is the entrance? What! It’s silly, too expensive
- Let’s go to New York?!
- I’m done, I’ll go to sleep at 11.30PM
- I’m not coming, my ex will be there
- * is coming?? I can’t stand her/him, come on, let’s go somewhere else.
Etc., Etc. It’s alright, just a couple of weeks to go!

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