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We best believe that the best is yet to come. Be there rain, pain, sunshine or sublime. Yes sir. It’s coming. So be patient.
The other evening we met with our friends at Anvers station. We were now armed with a French-speaking local. They took us to a cool little bar in Piggale. As we were walking all the local men had eyes that were popping out of their heads. I must have looked like the luckiest guy alive walking the streets of Paris with three very tall, striking and exotic looking girls. One of the men quipped "Three Spice Girls and one Naughty boy!" We all fell apart laughing. We sat at the bar drinking and sharing stories. Our two friends were planning to head to party on a barge and wanted to know if we were in? Of course we were in. A cab ride erratically got us to some point along the river. We are hustled 'on board' as soon
as we arrived. Having friends pays. We all start really getting stuck into the booze. We start to get crazy drunk as we watch the shimmering twilight river before us. After a while we head down into the hull of the boat where there is a much more serious party going on. They had a full blown club set up down there - and it was going gang busters. The music was very french and very electronic. There was a strange light show, lots of people on all kinds of drugs, animalistic dancing. Kind of industrial in a party way. I remember that the toilet seats were covered with remnants of white powders. No one was speaking in the club. The music was abusing that luxury. The dance