jour de Saint Patrick in Rennes
Donc, St. Patty's Day à Rennes was pretty excellent, except that all the Celtic bars were stupidly packed and we had to wait an hour before snagging a place to sit down. There's this 18 year old Indian guy in our program named Prateik, and he was trying to explain to these French guys his name was PRAteik and not PaTRICK, so I ran over and was like "omg, his name's Patrick, it's his day, they should give him a free drink!!!" Then all the drunk French dudes started chanting his name until he got a bunch of free shots, haha. I always try to get him drunk, and I finally succeeded, hooray! Then later we went to someone's apartment. When I was walking home I stopped to talk to these random people on the street, who included:
-old man, most likely homeless
-23 year old college girl with dreads
-guy who kept yelling at his dog in Breton
-crazy in the head Moroccan immigrant
-hot blond guy with a scar on his face
We had an intense political discussion about which country was better, Morocco, France, or the USA. Then they passed me what I thought had been rolled cigarettes, haha, and Saint Patrick's day got a lot greener! It got me high in about ten seconds...pretty good stuff. The hot blond dude did a bunch of magic tricks, which was just cool and random, and while the two of us were walking home together, I scared a bunch of Irish people by pretending to be French and asking them questions. Of course, none of them knew a single word of French. Then I was mad at myself for not getting hot blond magician's number, and tripped out listening to music and watching my visualizer in my room. Ahh; good times.
This weekend we were with a bunch of random French people on Rue de la Soif and we found this guy "sleeping" on the ground. We went over to check on him...and discovered there was a trail of blood running down the sidewalk out of his head. We tried to wake him up, and pretty soon it was a huge pool of blood. We were like "oh shit; he's dead!"...until he started trying to get up, at which point we yelled at him in French not to move and went to find the police. They finally arrived, called an ambulance, were like "oh well, there's nothing we can do!" and suddenly ran off chasing some random idiot they saw, totally abandoning bleeding head man. So we gave him a scarf to wrap his head with and hopefully he survived...but damn, that was a lot of blood. Aparrently that wasn't too much of a buzzkill, because we went to someone's apartment and talked until 4am.
Also, we met Ayoube again. "You! You have my jacket, give it back". I explained I didn't have it and didn't even remember him giving it to me and expected him to kill me...but he just shrugged it off, smiled, and gave me a drink, haha.
Pic time. Meet mes amis! I'm the blond dude. Anna's the chick in the blue hat who has me in a semi-headlock later on. Hilary's the Texan brunette in all three pics. Prateik is my Indian friend who oddly feels like my little brother. Mostly everyone else = French.
^cute guy I spoke German with.
^hot dude who one of us banged later on (lucky beeotch!).
^cool dude who, if you imagine him in green and wearing an elf hat, looks like Link.
Notice: there is also a girl in the pic who looks like Summer from The OC.
I am going back to the USA in a little over two months, and this blows my mind. It wasn't long enouuuugh. I can already feel myself resisting that re-culture shift and I don't like it. I'm grabbing at straws trying to come up with reasons that make me want to go back. I guess the only thing that sticks out is family...that bond I have with my siblings/parents/cousins/relatives is the one part of me that can't be replaced on this side of the pond.
-old man, most likely homeless
-23 year old college girl with dreads
-guy who kept yelling at his dog in Breton
-crazy in the head Moroccan immigrant
-hot blond guy with a scar on his face
We had an intense political discussion about which country was better, Morocco, France, or the USA. Then they passed me what I thought had been rolled cigarettes, haha, and Saint Patrick's day got a lot greener! It got me high in about ten seconds...pretty good stuff. The hot blond dude did a bunch of magic tricks, which was just cool and random, and while the two of us were walking home together, I scared a bunch of Irish people by pretending to be French and asking them questions. Of course, none of them knew a single word of French. Then I was mad at myself for not getting hot blond magician's number, and tripped out listening to music and watching my visualizer in my room. Ahh; good times.
This weekend we were with a bunch of random French people on Rue de la Soif and we found this guy "sleeping" on the ground. We went over to check on him...and discovered there was a trail of blood running down the sidewalk out of his head. We tried to wake him up, and pretty soon it was a huge pool of blood. We were like "oh shit; he's dead!"...until he started trying to get up, at which point we yelled at him in French not to move and went to find the police. They finally arrived, called an ambulance, were like "oh well, there's nothing we can do!" and suddenly ran off chasing some random idiot they saw, totally abandoning bleeding head man. So we gave him a scarf to wrap his head with and hopefully he survived...but damn, that was a lot of blood. Aparrently that wasn't too much of a buzzkill, because we went to someone's apartment and talked until 4am.
Also, we met Ayoube again. "You! You have my jacket, give it back". I explained I didn't have it and didn't even remember him giving it to me and expected him to kill me...but he just shrugged it off, smiled, and gave me a drink, haha.
Pic time. Meet mes amis! I'm the blond dude. Anna's the chick in the blue hat who has me in a semi-headlock later on. Hilary's the Texan brunette in all three pics. Prateik is my Indian friend who oddly feels like my little brother. Mostly everyone else = French.
^cute guy I spoke German with.
^hot dude who one of us banged later on (lucky beeotch!).
^cool dude who, if you imagine him in green and wearing an elf hat, looks like Link.
Notice: there is also a girl in the pic who looks like Summer from The OC.
I am going back to the USA in a little over two months, and this blows my mind. It wasn't long enouuuugh. I can already feel myself resisting that re-culture shift and I don't like it. I'm grabbing at straws trying to come up with reasons that make me want to go back. I guess the only thing that sticks out is family...that bond I have with my siblings/parents/cousins/relatives is the one part of me that can't be replaced on this side of the pond.