for the rest of the week i rode the metro with her. including thursday. why am i emphasizing thursday, jeudi, if you will? well on thursday ines teaches our class. our ta. not thaib. so WHY WAS SHE STILL ON THE METRO. oye.
thursday was fairly uneventful. i went to class, came home. freaked out because our wifi didn't work ANYWHERE. not just in my servant's quarters but like anywhere. TG for my 407 #1B living experience, i knew how to restart the wifi. count it.
thursday night we went to Rice and Beans. a mexican place in the 2nd arrondissement. it was yummy we got tacos et burritos. one flaw. no tequila. no corona. they had wine (duh.) and some beer. oye. they call themselves a mexican restaurant. whatever. it was yummy. satisfied craving. so cross that of muh list.
friday was BEAUTIFUL. like 60s. sunny. amazing. dana and i went to saint germain de pres. walked around. soaked up some rays. i took several touristy photos of the street. dana continued to walk. whoops. we stumbled upon a great cafe as well as a great little shop i'll make the madre go to upon her visit. (notice how thoughtful i am, thinking of the parental units while abroad).
friday night was cafe oz round deux. bahaha. eesh. carmen is away for le week-end (yes. that is how you say it in french. no. i am not being obnoxious). so the house is quite empty and dark. but we are managing.
we prepared ourselves for the evening and headed over to ian's for a GW-packed pre-game. ian and ava live right near the tour eiffel (cue touristy shots round deux). one i took was just plain pretty, the tower at nuit. the other fab shot i got was the crazy light-up show it does.... on the hour.
ian and ava also live near, and by near i mean across the street from the AUP libe. but i have never been to the AUP libe. so that doesn't really help me with a frame of reference. perhaps it will help you?
anyway we depart from ian and ava's post a quick run to a bodega for some additional drank. we cab it to cafe oz. get out. line again. totes worth it. moves fast. all of us are in. once again super fun. once again we meet craycray french people when getting breathers outside.
circa 3 AM dana and i decide we need some food, duh, and then we need to find the night bus. so we find a food stand. word. directly across the street from cafe oz slash supah packed. so why not. we get in line.
THIS IS WHEN STUFF GETS WEIRD.
dana is wearing an uber fashionable crop top compliments of H & M. and this french man strokes her stomach. strokes. i look at him, slightly wastey-faced and go. RUDE.
we leave, walk right outside food stand, and wait for creeper mccreepstein to leave. 10 mins pass (most likely 3, but it felt like an eternity). get back in line. THERE HE IS AGAIN. strokes it again. this prompts me to say, once again. YOU'RE RUDE. dana tweets that her stomach has been caressed. and i push to the OTHER side of the line. girls on a mission, duh.
we chat, pick what we want, chat. people exclaim "you're from america" i respond. yes. yadda yadda. and we're up. i order: un sandwich poulet sans fromage. dana gets a nutella crepe. clutch.
my sandwich comes out. pita wrap thingy, poulet, fries, i am not complaining. i bite into it. I AM COMPLAINING. there is hot sauce on my poulet. like i am a fan of hot sauce. but not right now. wah. what an awful slash miserable slash unwanted surprise.
i give the sandwich to some boy we are standing with and am left holding a cone of a few fries and some shreds of poulet. l'epic fail.
onward. we march on to the bus stop. i ask these girls sitting there if they are waiting for the neuf deux. the nine two. yes in french that means nothing. AND. we were looking for the n16, the night bus #16. the bus #92 is the regular bus dana and i take. l'oops.
the girls understood. dana sits. i stand. we wait. the bus comes eventually. we hop on. home. i bbm everyone i know asking for water. ely tells me she'll order me some. jean says she'll send me some. i have such accommodating friends. don't worry guys. i got some. and some special k. obvs.
we get home circa 4:30. sleep til 12. it was rainy today in paris. GASP.
special note: i would like to take this time to admit to an addiction i have. i will attempt to stop purchasing special k as of this week. (that's a lie.) but i am aware that i have a problem. first step. id the issue: special k.
additionally. tonight is a jam-packed night of. drumroll please. hdubbs and the departed. joys. while i basically don't go to school here. this week i have two tests. not. fair.
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