Friday evening, while I crawled on Facebook, one of my favorite pages post a new message.
it said "Tete e concert in Tarbes, to win tickets send us an email with" Tarbes "in the subject.
sooner said than done, you never know.
But I'm not used to winning anything, I also took part not to play the lottery or euromillion since I have very rarely only one correct number.
Saturday morning when I opened my mailbox, I see that I received a message from a guy I do not know. I'm going to delete it without opening it as is my custom when I see the first word of the mail (thank you Gmail have so designed my inbox) "Invitation Tété concert.
My first reaction was to think they will write to me telling me they had indeed received my mail. And then oh surprise, I won 2 tickets for the concert that night ...... Tarbes!
Normally was scheduled a day Christmas shopping, so we decided to go directly to Toulouse.
Depart 7:15 p.m. So for a concert starting at 21h, super tight timing even more that there are traffic jams on the ring road and we had not eaten.
Gertrude guides us "turn left, turn right, current calculation ...." Gertrude is a C'te enfoirette she always knack for giving bad advice when we are in a hurry.
We watch the gas gauge in the red. No time to make, too bad we will try arriving there with what we have.
Fortunately my little C3 diesel resource issue.
arrived at the concert at 9:01 p.m., I say "class".
course we were treated to the traditional first part that has nothing to do with what we have come to see course and a taste that is questionable other than Antoine Léonpaul. You do not know?! Better!
And the drummer of the summer starts up, begins to playing a guitar joins him on stage and languidly reaches the god of booty shaking in person.
Oh to be seen moving his little bum, it's worth it.
But better than that, we put in a fire of hell for over two hours in a tiny room together ...... in Tarbes.
course we had to hystero-nympho-cassecouillo, tradition requires that we yelled in their ears all night "Tétééééééééééééé, Tétééééééééééééééé, I t'aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime Tétéééééééééé "and knew only one song she requested us for an hour," Tétééééééééééé, has the support of autoooooooomne "
Anyway once sung to him, she a. ...... not she in fact continued.
I also never understood this phenomenon of "Groupie." I find this ridiculous and yell all During a concert is a total lack of respect towards the artist.
short I still had a great time and the smile never left me that evening.
The return was difficult at first he had to find gasoline at Tarbes at night knowing that our independence was zero kilometer, but we've found.
We drove 2 hours in a state of total collapse at the edge of sleep (not me because I slept a little, my eyes have left me no choice) with hungry Quadro just little butter and white chocolate.
Here is a photo of the concert I dive on top of the summer since we did not have the right to take.
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