After ball I went over to Craig's place for a bit of a pre party and it turned out to be a surprise birthday party for me. It was definately a good time, we ended up going to the bar at 2, biking there. Although bad luck befell me, while I was toasting with Lars, one of the glasses broke and a piece somehow fell straight down and sliced my poor unsuspecting Birkenstock clad foot. It was a bit of a nasty cut so I thew on a band aid and decided to call in a night.

Damien showing us how they play pool in France.

Attack!

On the way to Stustie Bar

....on the way back, apparently bikes don't work going up stairs.

The aftermath of excessive cheering, on a side note don't wear sandales to the bar.
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you idiot.
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