The day starts well!

Then it's the solitude of the shaping room, 3 or 4 boards until 6pm...

 

For a long time, I never removed the dust, which ended up invading everything like a snow powder. I liked this immersion.

Later on, I would use this dust as insulation in the hollow walls of my new room, and it would leak regularly !

Shaping is physical, but above all you need eyes.

 

And always take some non-productive time: the invisible work...

 

Around 6pm, the friends show up.

If there is wind, we load everyone and their gear in the back of the Estafette, heading for the Jaï to sail until nightfall, when the thermal winds strengthen.

 

Otherwise, we go to the decoration box where everyone settles down, the music is loud but we are not the Beach Boys, rather Yello, Talking Heads, The Cure...

The joints start to spin, I'm the only one working...

 

 

All around, it starts to be a mess: Matthieu cuts Hubert's hair...

 

Claudio realizes how crazy this joint is...

 

I don't think it's so bad !

 

So since the equipment is out, I paint Claudio, like an underground ticket from the time.

 

For Hubert, a drip will suffice, he has already made good progress on his own !

 

Around 10pm, at the shower Moumouche!

Having regained some lucidity, I prepare the bowl for Pavlov, the Brieger who accompanied my life from the time he was three months old until his death at only ten years old.

Able to get his paw pads bloody to keep running after a tennis ball, trusting to the extreme and ready to follow me everywhere blindly. He was my only dog, an unfailing love.

 

Then I make food for everyone, often about ten people, and around midnight it calms down.

This is the time I leave for the Mistral until dawn.

I redid the decor of this Aix institution, an amazing project of painted panels animated by computer-controlled light sequences, which worked perfectly until 10 minutes before the opening when everything exploded...

We then had to negotiate with the killers...

I've always had an open bar there, never paid a cent, I'm not sure why.

Gin and tonic, tequilla hit at the time of "37.2 le matin", at dawn, I come home torn..

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A special day...

Today is my birthday!

"Yes it's good to be the King, ooh la-la"

It quickly turns into something indescribable, we start experimenting in a rather unreasonable way!

A kind of paroxysm is reached with the "lung": 5 joints, 5 suction pipes, but you can never predict where it will come out !

 

Suspended at face height, it is a multi-user device, which can be used one on one !

 

It seems to work well !

 

Each in turn...

 

In fact, it's dreadful, I'll end the evening miasmed in the trailer, after some antics.

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For those who wonder what the links are with the boards, here is the answer: it all happened in Farigoulette!