me drunk on a bridge and me drunk at Sacré Coeur
so this is written around paris apparently (according to my super friend allison) and it’s lovely. LOOK AT THE SKY, WORLD!
In case anyone wants to know what the greatest part of the Louvre is, it’s this lion.
He looks like he just told a bad joke he can’t take back. I just love him.
I went to the agricultural fair tonight with Kristen and Chris and this was my dinner (plus a bunch of free cheese).
Everyone once and a while one of the men I work with with make weird noise and then say, “Ooohh lalalalalalalalalalala” when looking for something or our of frustration. Part of me wants to say, “Yes, please keep being stereotypically french this is great!” and then the other part of me reminds that part that I want to make friends and not be hated.
Tonight was successful for several reasons
- I bought tickets to go to the Watch the Throne tour here in Paris
- My boss asked if I was doing anything tonight
- My boss let me go to this private/secret concert with my friend
- We went
- It was in this little boutique and after we talked with the member of the band (in french) for at least an hour
- I also met the writers of some of my favorite french travel blogs
- cool story
- right?
Slowly but surely, I’ll conquer all the art museums here. Very, very slowly, but surely. The Louvre is fucking ludicrous (or should I say “Louvrecrous?)
Someone take the internet away from me.
If I don’t get laid this semester I’m gonna be pissed because so many (not all) of my friends have great sex lives and I have pretty much everything going for me right now except the one thing to make it all perfect is if I can say I lost my virginity during my study abroad to France.
Who gon’ judge me for that.
And even though I start that phonetics course this Friday, I’m going out tomorrow to this club on the Champs Elysées and college students get in free. The theme of these nights is “fuck school,” I kid you not.
