Things got a little stirred up this weekend. I suppose it's a good thing to have one last blow-out before I head back to the US for Xmas. I haven't been around very much this week/weekend, hence the lack of info. I thought I'd just quickly catch you all up on the haps around Odessa Street.
The shortened, simplified version of what has been going on since last week:
1. The Cowgirl came back up to Paris for the weekend. This spells trouble.
2. The two of us visited/revisited single life in the bars. We paid for very few drinks. We were also given a combination of pick-up lines:
- What's your secret for being so beautiful?
- Can I have your number? (no intros, no discussion, just the phone number)
and, our favorite
- Could you stop showing your g-string? It's too much for me.
3. A very attractive man asked me and The Cowgirl for our numbers (seperately, but at least after minimal conversation). I told him I was taken, but offered a few tips on how to pick up women. The boy was hot, he should have been able to get a lot of ladies, but his game was too agressive. He listened to my advice intently. I hope he takes it. I just want him to be happy.
4. I remembered why it sucks to go to a nightclub without a man. Unless you're looking to get slobbered all over, it's fairly unpleasant. We managed to have fun despite the groping, but I keep having flashbacks that give me the heebs.
5. I lost my voice. It has since turned into an illness. So I speak sexily, now. In between throaty coughing fits, that is. They lower the overall sexiness.
6. Sunday was spent recovering from Saturday's adventures. We accomplished the following: had coffee, saw a movie, ate dinner. It was borderline too much for us.
Meanwhile, other updates not concerning this weekend:
1. Got my tix to go to Senegal in February. Promptly went out and bought a guidebook to read beforehand, but not to take with me. This is the way to function. I have also frequented the Lonely Planet boards, because they're the best, evah.
2. I saw "Love Actually" and actually loved it despite myself.
3. I have developed a little "something" for someone I have recently met. Yes, I have a boyfriend and yes, I love him dearly, so the little "something" isn't really much of anything. If the whole thing just drops right now, I suppose I'd be relieved. But if it doesn't, I'll take the mysterious butterfly feeling for a little while more, provided it doesn't develop into anything more worthy of concern. I feel guilty: I kind of like the flirtation. Has anybody else ever been in this situation? Could you give me some help? I'm not pursuing anything... he's always just there and looking hot and talking to me. I can't stop the blushing or the silly giggles or the fidgeting. Naturally, I've decided not to indulge the Boy with any of this information. He'd make much ado about nothing.
4. I'm off work this week (pretty much from both jobs) and am praying that I will finally get my Christmas shit together. The countdown has begun.
5. Amazon.fr fucked me over royally when it comes to all of this Christmass stuff. It turns out that everything I ordered from them has come back stamped with "incorrect address." The problem is, of course, that the address was correct and is also the only address I have. They said, "Oh, just re-order." But folks, Christmas is like, tomorrow. Or, in my case, it's Friday, because I have to have everything done by then.
6. My sister up and announced she got something for our Grandma. Dude, I've never bought the grand'rents presents. Why are we starting now? And what the hell should I get my 'ra?
7. The Boy has been unemployed for two months now. Supposedly, this is problematic in the US, but in France, where 25% of people 35 or younger (a group which he just barely manages to squeeze his way into) are unemployed, it's not as big of a deal. And plus, you get your full salary - or almost - for the first 12 months of unemployment. I'm sure The Boy will end up finding something, mainly because he's a workaholic and can't stand not having a job. But, in the meantime, he has taken to doing the dishes, going grocery shopping, and now, for the first time in four years, he is actually doing the laundry. Lord, it's a miracle! It's also handy that at a time when I'm overworked, he's underworked. Honestly, though, you have no idea what this evening's laundry-doing adventure means to me. Our shit better not come back pink, because I think I could get used to this sort of agreement.
Concerning point 7 ... perhaps I should move to France. "Unemployed" is a scary word here in the US, and I'm not even out of college yet. I would like to learn French, too. What better way than immersion?
I had something to say. Tis now forgotten. Ah well.
Crimson - yes, yes... "unemployed" still scares the shit outta me. But the Frenchies seem to just throw it around left and right. I suppose, if you still get health coverage and 90% of your salary, you have a more chill attitude towards unemployment.
Lottie - it's just nice to see you back and about. Maybe you've been here all along, just not commenting. But I have no way of knowing that.
i've been here sometimes, but sometimes I have a tendency to completely forget about sites for a couple of weeks for no apparant reason.