mini vay cay
mso my mini-vay-cay started thursday when i got off work around 12:30 and went to leakhena's since my film class was canceled. i was finally able to return the viktor & rolf stuff, and, exactly as predicted, they gave me a hard time. the lady was like .."did you wash these madame???". rigghhht. anyway, my account was happy to be finally satiated. it was shortlived though..
i ended up not going to my law class that evening cause it was the shittiest weather, again. leakhena kindof talked me into it. i hadn't missed a class and i was like ehhhh movie? so instead i went to see the prestige with christian bale. i've loved him ever since newsies. anyway, it was a good film, a little long but the twists and turns made it really entertaining. plus it brought back memories of my magic/houdini obsession days.
sara arrived friday morning. we decided to go to the musee d'orsay since 1) it was getting way too embarassing to admit any longer that after 3+ years in paris i'd never been 2) we could get in free since she works at the met in nyc. the second part was only half true but i just turned on the charm and the door with security and ended up getting without waiting on line or paying. nice. the museum is nice too. that's all i have to say about that. we left after only like an hour or 2 since sara was about to fall on her face from jet lag exhaustion. so we went to a cafe to chat. at home she took a nap while i went out running. my knee was alright, but not super. ergh.
friday night we ate at lubie's and had the best food. comme d'hab. we then went to buddha bar since it's a nice place to bring someone when they're in paris. unfortunately the 17 euro cosmo she ordered was half full, about 10 euros of it had sloshed on the floor on its way to us. we chatted it up with a scottish fellow who was so friendly and cheery. it was a good night.
saturday we got a late start but still ended up shopping around a bit etienne marcel where i was finally able to get a pair of black boots. i had to haggle with the manager at kiliwatch to give me a 10% discount since the bottoms sucked. i'm getting good at giving people a hard time in order to get discounts or money off. see my taxi story coming up...
saturday night we had decided to go out to a club but didn't really decide until later on in the night. leakehena had a paper to write, as well as laura (who btw told me abbas will be in town this weekend, not sure why he didn't inform me of this, but i'm not missing out on an occasion to go out with all of them). victoire knew of a boat party near passy which we finally agreed upon. i wasn't too keen on the fact that it was on the other side of paris and it was a student night, but whatevs, i didn't want to end up doing nothing when my guest was here! at the last minute though victoire canceled so we decided to go elsewhere. we ended up at the queen cause i knew it wouldn't be a problem getting in and we'd dance our asses off. i would have liked to go somewhere a little more beautiful people-ish but i wasn't in the mood to stand on line and get looked up and down. i only do that when a table and bottle is reserved.
half the people were gay, which was fun and depressing at the same time cause we quickly realized that the hot guys were obviously gay. i'm pretty sure some people thought i was gay since in the bathroom i noticed how my arm muscles were eccentuated in the race-back tank i was wearing. plus i have a bit of a hard edge about me. egh. the night was lots of fun, mainly because sara is the type of person that can have fun anywhere. love that. about halfway throught i spotted a really good looking guy and par hasard i was able to get introduced to him, stefano, from italy. ahh bellicimo! yeah he was gorgeous. and we hit it off, for the most part. right away he commented on the fact that i was "forte" and asked me if i am a "sportive". ugh, so it really was noticable. i'm not like madonna or anything, but then again i guess my body stands apart from the emaciated arms of les francaises. super.
after dancing like crazy and sweating my ass off we went to the bar area where i had an 8th grade moment. aka i made out wit him. honestly this hasn't happened since teen night on long island circa 1998-1999. it was funny. and cool. i guess. cause then he left to go back with his friends, only to come back like 20 minutes later to dance with me again. and then like 30 minutes later said he was leaving. ok cool. he had my number and shit. but then i saw him like 40 minutes later at the back of the club with his friends. as if i wasn't going to see him or something.? hah. whatevs, it was fun. and i got a pic with him as a memento of my italian stallion. sara too sortof got stood up by camille, the guy she met here 2 years ago never called her back to go out.
on the way home the taxi driver thought he could rip us off by taking a 10 minute detour around paris. ah eh, i'm not that stupid. i got away with only paying 10 euros even though the meter read 15. i'm so good at arguing in french now. i guess something has rubbed off on me!
the next day we woke up late, again, and wandered around the marais spending money on frivolities (huge cocktail-esque ring that i loovvee, another sweater dress thing, bracelet, mariage frere tea). we had some fajitas before making our way to buy tickets to see fast food nation where a french person was actually nice and helpful by selling me my ticket in advance even though with my unlimited card i'm not allowed to. quelle surprise!! sara was finally able to meet leakhena which may or may not have convinced her that i do in fact have friends in paris. fast food nation was good, makes me feel good about not eating any sort of fast food, everrr.
that night we ended up talking til 6am about horoscopes and other random bullshit. needless to say we got a late start on monday only having about an hour before the stalls closed down at the puces de clignancourt. what a disappointment. honestly that place is not really that great. back at home we got a drink at cafe charbon and tried to go to bed early.
i woke up this morning with a really sore throat and feeling so groggy and foggy. not sure if it's cause i'm tired or if i'm really sick. blah. atleast i have a good outfit on and my hair looks nice since i took a shower this morning. i guess if i want my hair to look good i have to wash it in the morning and not at night. great.
i forgot to mention that i called in sick yesterday complaining that i had a "gastro", the perfect french sick excuse. now it turns out i am actually sick. how i ironic.
so, all in all, i had a really nice long week end not worrying about work or school or money (even though the last one was not justified). having sara around reminded me about how awesome new yorkers are. i don't know how to put my finger on it exactly but there's just this charisma and easiness that i have only with my new york friends (and nicole, but she's from cali so that's probably why). but yea, it reminded me that my best girl friends have always been and will probably always been new yorkers, because of this unidentifiable but present quality that makes them such awesome people. i really feel like i can be myself, let down my guard, and have loads of fun with them.
i ended up not going to my law class that evening cause it was the shittiest weather, again. leakhena kindof talked me into it. i hadn't missed a class and i was like ehhhh movie? so instead i went to see the prestige with christian bale. i've loved him ever since newsies. anyway, it was a good film, a little long but the twists and turns made it really entertaining. plus it brought back memories of my magic/houdini obsession days.
sara arrived friday morning. we decided to go to the musee d'orsay since 1) it was getting way too embarassing to admit any longer that after 3+ years in paris i'd never been 2) we could get in free since she works at the met in nyc. the second part was only half true but i just turned on the charm and the door with security and ended up getting without waiting on line or paying. nice. the museum is nice too. that's all i have to say about that. we left after only like an hour or 2 since sara was about to fall on her face from jet lag exhaustion. so we went to a cafe to chat. at home she took a nap while i went out running. my knee was alright, but not super. ergh.
friday night we ate at lubie's and had the best food. comme d'hab. we then went to buddha bar since it's a nice place to bring someone when they're in paris. unfortunately the 17 euro cosmo she ordered was half full, about 10 euros of it had sloshed on the floor on its way to us. we chatted it up with a scottish fellow who was so friendly and cheery. it was a good night.
saturday we got a late start but still ended up shopping around a bit etienne marcel where i was finally able to get a pair of black boots. i had to haggle with the manager at kiliwatch to give me a 10% discount since the bottoms sucked. i'm getting good at giving people a hard time in order to get discounts or money off. see my taxi story coming up...
saturday night we had decided to go out to a club but didn't really decide until later on in the night. leakehena had a paper to write, as well as laura (who btw told me abbas will be in town this weekend, not sure why he didn't inform me of this, but i'm not missing out on an occasion to go out with all of them). victoire knew of a boat party near passy which we finally agreed upon. i wasn't too keen on the fact that it was on the other side of paris and it was a student night, but whatevs, i didn't want to end up doing nothing when my guest was here! at the last minute though victoire canceled so we decided to go elsewhere. we ended up at the queen cause i knew it wouldn't be a problem getting in and we'd dance our asses off. i would have liked to go somewhere a little more beautiful people-ish but i wasn't in the mood to stand on line and get looked up and down. i only do that when a table and bottle is reserved.
half the people were gay, which was fun and depressing at the same time cause we quickly realized that the hot guys were obviously gay. i'm pretty sure some people thought i was gay since in the bathroom i noticed how my arm muscles were eccentuated in the race-back tank i was wearing. plus i have a bit of a hard edge about me. egh. the night was lots of fun, mainly because sara is the type of person that can have fun anywhere. love that. about halfway throught i spotted a really good looking guy and par hasard i was able to get introduced to him, stefano, from italy. ahh bellicimo! yeah he was gorgeous. and we hit it off, for the most part. right away he commented on the fact that i was "forte" and asked me if i am a "sportive". ugh, so it really was noticable. i'm not like madonna or anything, but then again i guess my body stands apart from the emaciated arms of les francaises. super.
after dancing like crazy and sweating my ass off we went to the bar area where i had an 8th grade moment. aka i made out wit him. honestly this hasn't happened since teen night on long island circa 1998-1999. it was funny. and cool. i guess. cause then he left to go back with his friends, only to come back like 20 minutes later to dance with me again. and then like 30 minutes later said he was leaving. ok cool. he had my number and shit. but then i saw him like 40 minutes later at the back of the club with his friends. as if i wasn't going to see him or something.? hah. whatevs, it was fun. and i got a pic with him as a memento of my italian stallion. sara too sortof got stood up by camille, the guy she met here 2 years ago never called her back to go out.
on the way home the taxi driver thought he could rip us off by taking a 10 minute detour around paris. ah eh, i'm not that stupid. i got away with only paying 10 euros even though the meter read 15. i'm so good at arguing in french now. i guess something has rubbed off on me!
the next day we woke up late, again, and wandered around the marais spending money on frivolities (huge cocktail-esque ring that i loovvee, another sweater dress thing, bracelet, mariage frere tea). we had some fajitas before making our way to buy tickets to see fast food nation where a french person was actually nice and helpful by selling me my ticket in advance even though with my unlimited card i'm not allowed to. quelle surprise!! sara was finally able to meet leakhena which may or may not have convinced her that i do in fact have friends in paris. fast food nation was good, makes me feel good about not eating any sort of fast food, everrr.
that night we ended up talking til 6am about horoscopes and other random bullshit. needless to say we got a late start on monday only having about an hour before the stalls closed down at the puces de clignancourt. what a disappointment. honestly that place is not really that great. back at home we got a drink at cafe charbon and tried to go to bed early.
i woke up this morning with a really sore throat and feeling so groggy and foggy. not sure if it's cause i'm tired or if i'm really sick. blah. atleast i have a good outfit on and my hair looks nice since i took a shower this morning. i guess if i want my hair to look good i have to wash it in the morning and not at night. great.
i forgot to mention that i called in sick yesterday complaining that i had a "gastro", the perfect french sick excuse. now it turns out i am actually sick. how i ironic.
so, all in all, i had a really nice long week end not worrying about work or school or money (even though the last one was not justified). having sara around reminded me about how awesome new yorkers are. i don't know how to put my finger on it exactly but there's just this charisma and easiness that i have only with my new york friends (and nicole, but she's from cali so that's probably why). but yea, it reminded me that my best girl friends have always been and will probably always been new yorkers, because of this unidentifiable but present quality that makes them such awesome people. i really feel like i can be myself, let down my guard, and have loads of fun with them.