When things are just so.

January 31, 2010 at 3:28 pm (Pictures.)

This morning I woke up at noon in my heavily ikea-ed apartment in the 14eme arrondissement without a hangover for the first time in what seems like ages. My roommate made crepes with Nutella for breakfast as I drank coffee from my Star Trek mug while I relaxed next to the radiator. Now here I sit, still by the heater, listening to the sweet sounds of the Amelie soundtrack. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right loving you dear like I do…

Tonight I have a date with Ben, a funny Philosophy major with thick black frame glasses hailing from New York. No confirmation as of yet, but I hope we can go see an Antonioni film in the Latin Quarter after some Gelato. I don’t know if the Gelato shop will be open because nothing is here on Sunday, but it would fit so well with the Italian theme of the evening. Maybe a make-out session under the Eifel Tower? Who knows. C’est la vie a Paris. Tres Romantique.

A couple observations of Paris:

- People listen to American music from the 90′s more than anything else. In stores, bars, clubs, everywhere. Examples of a few songs I have heard UNIRONICALLY in this city – Mambo No. 5, Scat Man and YMCA. A French guy last night was talking about how much he liked Xhibit and Red Hot Chili Peppers.

- People only hate Americans on the Metro when they are being noisy. It isn’t a faux-pas to be an American in Paris especially when you are a lady and that American accent is oh so cute.

- Alcohol is absolutely essential in acquiring a new language. In class I learn a thing or two but when you are shitfaced at a party and you want to bang some Frenchie, all of a sudden you can recall all those sentence formations and verb forms – or at least you are willing to try. After and evening of drinking, Anna (my roommate and significant other of Paris) and I got a lesson in French dirty talk from our skeezy cab driver. Thanks to last night I can now say “suck my dick” and “I have lot of balls”.

- French guys love to use the pick up line “You know about the French Kiss?” Last night when this happened my friend Tara and I responded with “Do you know about an American Kiss?” He wanted to find out, but to no avail.

-There is dog shit every where. To quote my friend Lauren “Paris is an explosion of dog shit”. This phrase had a double meaning because she wrote it when it seemed as though the world was crashing down upon us the first two weeks. Also, after weekend nights there is a lot of vomit. Otherwise, Paris is a pretty clean city.

-If you want to get some action in a serious way – go dancing. Its like shooting fish in a barrel – except a lot of the fish that are biting are creepy so beware! I went to a party at a hospital (which my friends and I were invited to by a dude on the metro wearing a disco suit and a very large pink afro wig) and I saw some guy on the dance floor I thought was cute and started to dance with him. About 45 seconds later, we were making out shamelessly on the dance floor. Its almost too easy…

Basically, Paris is awesome and every night is a party. We found decent champagne for 1E30, so my life is pretty damn good right now. It will be great to start school. Saint Dennis ( Paris 8 ) is going to rule so hard. It is super liberal and looks like a Mexican high school. Its as if they just up and stopped caring about the condition of the place about 15 years ago and never picked up interest again. I am in love with it.

Now for some pictures y’all!