Tribal

This was on a table in a bar we went to on Friday night. I was slightly grasping at straws with this photo because my camera hated the light in that bar.

So, A, K and I met up at 10.30 (I was late, naturally), then walked in a big square to get to the bar (Tribal Café) which we then stood outside for about half an hour while A and K finished off a bottle of wine and a bottle of champagne and I got increasingly weirded out by a guy standing near us. We finally entered the establishment and the barman made fun of me for just getting an Orangina (also, I think, partly because of my accent). He then spent the entire evening grinning at me and becoming my new best friend. K was hilariously drunk, and A was nicely drunk. We left around 2am and got nightbuses home, on which I saw the gayest man in the entire world.