"I ate the feet?!"
i only have 3 school days left....and they are HELLISH. must finish.
speaking of distractions, i haven't been able to bring myself to leave Gareth's side. Before he had work, he took me on a ferris wheel and cooked me dinner, but not before we went to the record store to see if we couldn't find something interesting. I restrung his guitar for him while he was at work last night, and this morning he sang me songs while i sat in bed and ate a sandwich and wore his favorite Guinness t-shirt. Last night, after an IEP party gone askew, i once again founds myself in the james with a friend for a pint or two with all the other regulars. I love watching Gareth work! There's nothing more attractive then a guy speaking 2 languages at once, pooring 3 pints of beer from the tap while also pooring a row of shots all at once, and running the till, with a dirty towel hanging out of his back pocket. He might as well just stop in the middle of what he's doing and start a circus act. He's like a magician behind the bar. While he's moving 100 mph and juggling various pints of beer, he keeps people smiling and laughing. Everyone enjoys his presence. Some slimey regular tried picking up with me on the "you come here often?" pitch, and i shot Gareth a look for protection, and he interjects with, "oui, elle est ma copine." I'm lucky to have met Gareth Love. We seem to fit. I think i was meant to learn a thing or two from him.
i went to dinner with him and his friends for his birthday on Tuesday. We went to his favorite Bouchon. A bouchon is a restaurant that serves traditional Lyonnais food. He offered me a bite of god knows what, i tried it, and it was chewy, yet tastey. It was actually PIGS FEET! Gareth said i broke his little heart when i looked up at him with big sad eyes, a spark of panic in my voice, when i demanded, "i ate the...the feet?!"
Gareth says he loves inviting Jehovah's Witnesses in for coffee because at least they're passionate about something, but the "football pitch" (aka soccer field) is his church.
ok i'm done ranting about Gareth. i have to study for finals and write papers. BOO.
speaking of distractions, i haven't been able to bring myself to leave Gareth's side. Before he had work, he took me on a ferris wheel and cooked me dinner, but not before we went to the record store to see if we couldn't find something interesting. I restrung his guitar for him while he was at work last night, and this morning he sang me songs while i sat in bed and ate a sandwich and wore his favorite Guinness t-shirt. Last night, after an IEP party gone askew, i once again founds myself in the james with a friend for a pint or two with all the other regulars. I love watching Gareth work! There's nothing more attractive then a guy speaking 2 languages at once, pooring 3 pints of beer from the tap while also pooring a row of shots all at once, and running the till, with a dirty towel hanging out of his back pocket. He might as well just stop in the middle of what he's doing and start a circus act. He's like a magician behind the bar. While he's moving 100 mph and juggling various pints of beer, he keeps people smiling and laughing. Everyone enjoys his presence. Some slimey regular tried picking up with me on the "you come here often?" pitch, and i shot Gareth a look for protection, and he interjects with, "oui, elle est ma copine." I'm lucky to have met Gareth Love. We seem to fit. I think i was meant to learn a thing or two from him.
i went to dinner with him and his friends for his birthday on Tuesday. We went to his favorite Bouchon. A bouchon is a restaurant that serves traditional Lyonnais food. He offered me a bite of god knows what, i tried it, and it was chewy, yet tastey. It was actually PIGS FEET! Gareth said i broke his little heart when i looked up at him with big sad eyes, a spark of panic in my voice, when i demanded, "i ate the...the feet?!"
Gareth says he loves inviting Jehovah's Witnesses in for coffee because at least they're passionate about something, but the "football pitch" (aka soccer field) is his church.
ok i'm done ranting about Gareth. i have to study for finals and write papers. BOO.