Le Weekend

I have some time before I go off to French so I figured to update. As I'm writing this someone is blasting French rap and it's hysterical.

Actual classes start Monday the 14th so I'll finally have a normal schedule I'll be able to follow.

Friday night, le weekend descended upon us. We all said, "Give me fierce!" and fierce it was.

All week there was talk that this Australian kid was throwing a party at his flat. His name changed continuously from Jimmy to Max and then back to Jimmy. Turns out his name is Max. How he managed to fit around 80 people in the flat and then another 60-70 or so in the garden/backyard/courtyard kind of thing baffles me even now, and I'm sober now. Friday night I was for serious drunk. However, I didn't mix. I stuck to my tequila. Several people offered me wine and I gave the same, "Fool, is you crazy?" look.

The party was intense. Lot of great people. Pictures posted on Facebook. This one kid though, Josef, was like paparazzi. He snapped all of these pictures. There are a few in particular I really want to get my hands on - they're of these two dudes dumping me into a fountain. Not completely but they did dunk my feet in.

Saturday morning roomie and I (grudgingly) woke up early to open an account with BNP Paribas, which is affiliated with Bank of America. They gave us 50 euros for opening the account, too. Woot. Then we went to guy groceries. We finally decided to walk into a patisserie and bought four croissants. We came home, made croissant-banana-nutella sandwiches with milk. Ate them in silence and went back to bed. Friends, it was glorious.

Then, after making dinner some hours later, this French kid was throwing a party at his flat as well. We went and encountered more than several people from the night before. It's so odd because when I go to a house party, I'm not entirely casual, but I'm not dressed in my Sunday best, either. There were these girls who came in teeny dresses and heels and we're just in jeans, hanging out. Maybe they had some foresight that they were going clubbing later. I did not have this foresight. In the cold light of sobriety, some of these girls were rather obnoxious. The Canadians being the biggest offenders. They took on the masks of Valley Girls and were Facebook posing, screeching and generally being quite annoying.

At around 12:30 in the morning, the 80 or so people crammed into this tiny ass flat decided to go to a club called Le Fridge. This is when Paulina and I peaced out for several reasons. It was really cold, we didn't feel like changing, and we had Ferrero Rocher ice cream in our Le Fridge. We left and that was that. One of the Canadian girls ended up hooking up with an icky French dude. Need I say more?

Sunday was just a chill day since basically everything is closed here. Today I went to get my SNCF pass that gives you half off all train fares, which is awesome. When I buy my first ticket, this thing will basically pay for itself. Tonight at 10 is a party thrown for us on behalf of the university in Vieux Lyon. Considering it'll last until 3 or 4 in the morning, they canceled all early classes. Ah, the French.

By the way, I am eventually moving to London or Australia. The men are just made better there. :)