They told me it would happen. but I didn't listen. They told me to make a conscious effort on the blogosphere or it would cast me aside like so much out-of-date brioche (my breakfast-lunch-dinner today incidentally).
So here I am, with two months worth of things to write about and no idea where to begin. I think I'll just start in the middle (that's always a good place to start right?)
Time of my life
No kidding, these last couple mois have probably been the best of my vie, and let me tell you I'm not one prone to exaggeration. Literally the BEST of my life guyz, like seriously. (OK maybe I exaggerate a bit.)
It included my first music festival, first live sports event, first alcoholic beverage and first French film (only kiddin' on that third one). I know what you're thinking though, how had I never done those things before?!
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| Me and my plastic cup full of er...water. |
The highlight of Rock En Seine (the music festival) had to be my little adventure getting in.
Having decided that paying 7 euros for a drink was a bit ridicule, I decided to smuggle in a bottle of (probably bootlegged) substance from my local corner shop, Now I've had my fair share of brushes with the law but the patdown at the entrance to the festival felt like it lasted 5 minutes. On second thought I have been working out, so maybe the guy just wanted to see what a real man feels like. I don't know, I'm not a psychic.
Either way, it turned out to be a good idea hiding the bottle in a rather private place (say no more). Getting it out was a rather delicate matter. Plunging my hand into ny shorts in front of the queue at the hot dog stand was interesting to say the least.
Oh, and I guess Green Day weren't bad either.
The British Invasion
Since my last blog-post Paris has been invaded, nay, infested by British people. Yes British students, with our adorable tea-consuming, tourist-y, binge drinking habits. Bringing British culture to France, five shots at a time.
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| Goddamn tourists eh... |
The only problem with this is that I seem to be spending about 84% of my time speaking in English, even though I spend about 76% of my life at the (very French) office. Don't question the maths, just go with it.
I've decided just going to have to make a concerted effort to meet French people. Although sometimes with my limited vocabulary I tend to panic, leading to situations like below:
Intern 1: So did you guys get up to much over the weekend?
Intern 2: Yeah I went back to Brussels to visit my parents and dog, it was pretty fun
Me (having done lots, but not knowing how to put it into French on a Monday morning): Yeah so speaking of weekends, how do you both feel about Hollande's presidency compared to Sarkozy's?
Interns 1+2: ....
Well that's it for today folks, I'm back on the blogosphere now though so keep your eyes peeled for another post in the next few days/weeks/months. (Delete as appropriate)
Look sharp.
Peace from Paris.
