So after laying in the bed all last week, I finally decided to get myself up and do something. This something happened to be GOING TO LONDON FOR THE WEEKEND! I flew out on Friday morning and rolled into the Kilburn Park tube stop around 10:30. My friend Pat met me at the gate to the Drew apartments, looking wonderfully bleary-eyed, and we both went upstairs to go back to sleep. When Matt got home from his lecture (he was being productive that morning, look at him), we went and got some Thai food. Side note: Pad Thai is all I eat these days. I have literally eaten it twice a week at the very least for the past month. This is not a bad thing. Anyway, Matt and I had a lovely weekend - we nerded out at the coolest museum ever and also the coolest library ever, we ate Thai food TWICE, we met up with my very good friend Drew for a couple of pints and a burger and we went to the perennial favorite bar of all Drew London semester students, the Westbury. All in all, a very good weekend. Also, British strangers are generally much more polite than French strangers, and this makes me smile.
This week, however, I am back in Paris. The weather has been nice here, so I went for a run today. Given that it's been a little windy, I decided to wear spandex running tights. Warning: never wear spandex around jogging Frenchwomen. You will feel inferior. Even if you're a babe and in great shape. As a Frenchwoman herself once told me, they all have butts like 12-year-old boys. So now, a haiku:
Curse you, you French girls
With your perfect bottoms make
Me feel like a cow
And now, sightings of the week:
Erroneous denim - I must admit that I wore a j-jacket in public, on purpose. What made it worse was that I did not look trendy at all. I was also wearing sweatpants and an old camp t-shirt and Chuck Taylors. Not cute. But whatever, I needed to go to the grocery to get some snacks so I could keep laying in the bed playing spider solitaire.
Peeing Frenchman - Saw one today on my run. He was peeing in the bushes next to the running trail, which I guess would be fine except it was on the part of the running trail that also goes right next to a really really busy road. And he was walking, and then jogged to the busiest section before dropping his pants. I mean, what?
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You are what the French refer to as a Jypocrite.
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