Friday, January 29, 2010

Day 11 in the City of Love

Yesterday was the most blah day so far in Paris.  I tried so hard to go to bed early the night before since I had an 8:30 am class but I ended up laying in bed till at least midnight before I could fall asleep.  Damn my sleep schedule.  Nonetheless it wasn't that bad getting up at 7:00 for class.  I mean sure any decent human being would want more sleep then that, but I wasn't miserable.  I tip-toed around the apartment as much as I could trying to not wake Sasha or Dany up.  Dany ended up waking up but she only commented on how early it was.  I was sitting at the kitchen table, in the dark, eating a left over crepe from the night before.  Class was fine until the second hour came around and we were all falling asleep.  Skipping coffee that morning was the biggest mistake, but it's just so loud to make right next to where Dany sleeps.  I'm going to have to figure something out for that.

After class I hung out at home for a few hours.  Did some reading, talked online.  The usual things to kill time.  When Sasha got out of class (that started an hour later then what she thought when she got to school) we headed to the bookstore.  I was finally able to get my French textbook, but they're out of the grammar book.  I'm really hoping they have it Monday because though I don't have any work in it now, I'm sure I will by next Tuesday.  We then stopped for a crepe, where Sasha got a free plain one because the guy messed it up, and I got a sugar one.  I am getting more comfortable ordering for myself.  I was just extremely intimidated at first, especially with such a native speaker right next to me.  I'm sure it'll get there though and I'm definitely understanding a lot more.

We went home where we met Stephen so Sasha could be Ms Fix-It and sew his button back on his jacket and then we tried to figure out plans for the night. Once he left we ate dinner, just Sasha, Melissa, and myself because Dany went to Yoga, where we had some interesting conversations.  All the way from sexual abuse to horror movies.  Quite the dinner table conversations.  After I took a brief nap since I'd been up so long and then we got up to go.  Plans kept changing so we just headed to Will & Adrian's to meet up with people.  And that's where the failure of a night started.  Normally the buses would be our problem, or a.k.a. getting home.  Not this time.  We waited around way too long at their apartment so we weren't even at the first club till 5 past midnight. The line was ridiculously long and we had to be before 1 to get in free.  There was no way I was paying for a club when it could have been free earlier in the night.

Cory and Julie stayed there because they managed to get ahead in line but Will, Stephen, Sasha, and I headed out for the other club.  When we got there the line wasn't bad but with all the people skipping ahead we weren't moving anywhere.  We did however get lucky enough to catch the last metro train of the night so we didn't even have to worry about the night buses.  Overall we still had fun, I mean we were all running around the city. But it was a little disappointing to not actually go anywhere.  If anything I learned to travel in even smaller groups to avoid drawing so much attention, and to make sure we get where we want on time.

This guy on the metro was trash talking Americans in Italian/French sitting right near us.  Little did he know that most of us can at least pick up on bit and pieces of what he was saying.  I understand that there are stereotypes everywhere, but it really sucks that people have to lump every American into the stereotype.  Obviously it fits some because that's how it was created in the first place.  But if they don't want us to generalize about them all being stuck up and rude, it'd be nice if they didn't act like we are the fleas of the earth.  Number 2 of my anti-American experiences within 2 weeks.

Today I got to sleep in and am just lounging, writing this, and doing some homework before class at 3:30.  Not totally happy about having class 3:30-6:30 but it is International Relations which I'm kind of excited to take from a French perspective.  I think we're planning on going out again tonight, hopefully it is more successful than last night.

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