Ridiculousness in Paris, what else?!

Hello all, can you believe that I am actually keeping up on this blog thing?  I can't but whatever.  This past weekend was fun.  I spent it in Paris with four of my friends to go to a three person joint birthday party extravaganza!

Thankfully I have friends with cars in Angers so we didn't have to take the train.  Me, Sam, Rebekah, and the friend with the car Tays piled into her tiny little car and started the journey to Paris, but not without a you guessed it, friendly stop at the MacDo.  I know I know, why the hell am I eating at MacDo when I live in France, but what can I say when you are on a road trip you need fast food.  We get to the MacDo and as usual it is ridiculously packed, French people love it like it is crack or something.  The funniest thing is that they only have one size MacDo bags here, and that size is gianormous, like fit-a-baby-inside big.  AND they give you one each for your teenie burger!!!

We ended up getting into to Paris around midnight utterly exhausted.  The whole getting to our hostel was also a little complicated because we had to find somewhere to park the car that was not going to cost $12314353495.  Sam's boyfriend Guillaume lives in a Paris suburb Massy so we drove there and parked.  We had to hop an RER which is the suburb metro.  Because it was late it also meant that the crazy banlieu boite breeders were out in full force in their see through leggins and see-through lace shorts.  I felt like I was going to get an STD just being on the train with them, but it was good for a laugh and made me feel like I was back at my highschool on homecoming night.  This train was seriously a party.  Everyone had bottles of some sort of n'importe quoi and was getting hammered. 

We finally departed the night club metro and walked to rue Moffetard which is a big bar street and happens to also be where our hostel was.  This was a good decision becuase the bar our party was at on the Saturday was down the street so we could sloppily drag ourselves home, but a bad decision on the other hand because this meant that it was the party hostel.  We discovered this lovely fact that night when we were trying to go to sleep and were kept awake by a group of American frat boys doing stomp and screaming mazeltof at the top of their lungs in the corridor until 5:30 am. 

The next day we went to meet up with Sam's sister who lives in Germany at the moment but was in Paris with her boyfriend for the party.  We got our butts out of bed by the 11 o'clock mandatory you have to leave time and went over to the Eiffle Tower cause Sam's sister had never seen it.  Me and a few others are poor and didn't want to pay to go up so we killed time and walked around until it was time for lunch.  We mosied on down to the Latin Quartier for one of those famous and oh-so-crappy 13 euro three-course meals with wine that tastes like water.  The rest of the day wasn't too exciting.  Me and Tays tried to go to the Musée d'Orsay for a few hours but we arrived there for her to tell me to my surprise, "Merde, j'ai une grande couteau dans mon sac!" (Shit I have a huge knife in my bag!) Needless to say we didn't get in haha! 

The party was at a bar that we had reserved on the same rue as our hostel and started at around 8, so we got ready in the hostel and headed over.  Our room thing was in the basement cave thing with a dancefloor.  In the end something around 35 french people came and partied the night away and danced until I couldn't feel my feet.  It was a great time except for when I got fiesty with the door man.  He did the whole oh you are American I am going to ask you the same question everyone else does.  "Where is Brian" to which I responded "in your mom" and then he made me stand outside for about 20 minutes, fail.

The next day we had to be out of the hostle at 11 again which was rough because I think I went to bed around 6:30 am.  Somehow we all managed to get out and we ventured over to the Jewish district to eat some awesome falaffel!  It was delicious.  With full stomachs and smiles on our faces we decided to go to the most random museum ever.  The Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature a.k.a. the museum of dead hunted shit and random animal poop.  It kind of reminded me of my grandpa's house if my grandpa's house was on crack and he had about 100x more guns and a dead animal on every corner. 

Really this was just some old dudes collection of stuff he killed like a rhino, cause that's normal.  It was definitely a fun time.

After that stimulating experience we hopped back in the car and drove home just in time for Valentine's Day.  Some of you may have noticed on my facebook that it now says in a relationship and yes it is true, and yes he is French, and no he doesn't speak English lol.  His name is Julien and everything is going well.  LOL now that that is out of the way and speaking of Valentine's Day I did a Valentine's Day lesson at work and it totally backfired.  I wanted the students to write funny personal ads like the horrible ones you find in American newspapers.  I gave them a list of common acronyms and some examples of real ads and told them to make a funny one up to share with the class.   Well one of my students who is always a bit of a trouble maker wrote "I'm a boy who like himself, I'm hansom (spelled that way), blond, blue eyes, friendly, funny and I am a perfect gentleman.  In my life, I would have and english teacher, ginger, older than me, friendly and funny to who could speak well French.  This point is important because I speak bad English." OH LORDY.  He wouldn't read it allowed and I thought that he was just being an ass so I took the paper and started reading it outloud to the class just until I said the part about the English teacher.  Too late the whole class started laughing and he said he loved me and then told me to keep the paper.  OH goodness.  Teaching can sure be bizarre sometimes.  Guess it is better than the blank stare of death eh!?

Until next time!