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Halloween Hodgepodge


Bonjour Mes Amis,

How’s it hanging? I’m currently sitting at home waiting for an incredibly loooong work day to start (1-10:30ish). Ew. However, I’m almost finished with Mockingjay, the final book of The Hunger Games Trilogy, so that’s pretty exciting. Not that it was a particularly difficult read, but I’ve had it on my list for so long I was beginning to get nervous I wouldn’t finish it before the movie came out. Alas, it shall be done!

In the spirit of the impending Halloween holiday, I wanted to share this cool video dubbed “How To Make Jolly Rancher Vodka”. You know that after work tomorrow I am grabbing some candies and vodka and going to town. I’m not really that into drinking, but these could make some banging cocktails. This youtube account actually has some real Halloween themed videos, but I liked this one. Definitely check this guy out.

Speaking of Halloween, does anyone have any cool costumes lined up? I want to be a Game of Thrones character, but a) don’t know which one and b) have no idea where I will find the period costume… unless maybe I go back to King Richard’s Faire and blow a ton of money. Thoughts and advice are welcome!

Okay, so sticking with the Halloween theme, here are some absolutely awesome animal costumes. I won’t post all the pictures, so visit the original article here to see them all. I will definitely be stealing these ideas in the future.

Bat Kitty

Skeleton Horse Skeleton Horse

Classy Crab

Lion Cat


Fluffy, The Three-Headed Dog

Bat Cat

You’ve GOT to admit that those are all golden ideas. Of course, being a Harry Potter and overall nerd, I was partial to the themed costumes. If my horse would tolerate me painting him and parading him around, I would totally steal the skeleton horse idea.

Anyway, I should probably go finish getting ready for work now – boo. Have a great day everyone!


“What’s our plan for tonight?” “Live”


Oh la la, désolée mes amis, mais j’étais très occupée cette semaine passée!

Sorry for the miniscule amount of French lovelies; I want to start writing some blogs in French to keep up with the language slash put it to good use, but I’ll make them random ones that don’t have to do with my day-to-day life so my American peeps can actually comprehend what I’m saying. Anyway, time to focus. My apologies for the lack of communication this past week, I’m living it up too much 😉 don’t hate me for it.

Monday, October 29th: Technically, this whole week was a vacation week for France, a holiday called Toussaint, but of course us international kids had to have class… LAMESAUCE. Well, not all classes, which was nice at least, but my regular language class still met today, so I was in class from 10h40 to 12h30. My culture and society class (14h-15h30) still met this day, but I decided that since the French could be on vacation, so could I… so I skipped. Hannah, being the supreme student that she is, didn’t skip, and she was kind enough to sign my name for me, so I still get credit. Wahwahweewah.

I had the intention of going home after lunch and taking a nap, but I realized I wasn’t sleepy, so instead I met up with some API peeplettes at the French Coffeeshop to get my homework done (we have a weekly-ish homework assignment for my language class that gets intensely graded so I did some of it) and start studying for my first grammar test. EW. I hung around, blogged a bit, and then went home to have dinner with Madeleine and study some more/work more on my homework. I can’t say I studied intensely hard for it, but even looking at my notes is a great deal more than I usually do. However, since I had a big exam the next day, I went to bed early so I would have a full nights rest. Party on.

Tuesday, October 30th: Another usually painful day made a bit easier thanks to the French and their vacations. My translation class and my literature class didn’t meet this day, so I just had class from 8h30-12h30… which I mean, still isn’t fun, but I survived. Actually, my classmates brought in SNACKS, and snacks make everything better. Mike made milk and dark chocolate Oreo truffles and Miro brought in these Japanese cinnamon cracker stick things, both of which were delectable. I also got two truffles so I was doubly contented. BOO-YAH.

Unfortunately, after the tasty snacks we had to take our grammar exam… I can’t say I was pleased. We ended up getting the results back today though and I got a 13.5, which is a B+/A-, so I’m not totally bummed about it. Still though, I’m a perfectionist and got A+’s on my other two exams thus far, so this kind of brings down my average. Oh well, grammar sucks balls anyway – too bad it’s crucial.

Post-class and exams, Hannah, Mike, Jeremy, Olivia and I headed to centre ville for some Burgers & Cie, aka our favorite burrito/burger stomping ground. I ordered the cowboy burger (how American of them), which had BBQ sauce and tomato and lettuce and all that jazz, plus frites. It was dank and reminded me of home, so gypsy mission = success. From there, you can probably guess where we went… that’s correct. French Coffeeshop; honestly, they should give us free muffins or something for all the money we give them.

I hung around there for a few hours and got my big homework assignment done, and then Max showed up and I left with him to go carve a pumpkin. Wooooot.

Well, if we’re being technical, Max carved the pumpkin; I just gutted it, separated the seeds and told him that the design had to be a unicorn (licorne in French). Obviously. It came out pretty awesome though, his artistic skills are much better than mine… if I had tried to carve that the unicorn most likely would have looked demented. Afterwards, I had to go home and have dinner with Madeleine, followed by some Game of Thrones and a good nights sleep.

Wednesday, October 31st aka HALLOWEEN (!!!): Okay, Americans who read this: Halloween is indeed an international holiday. Granted, other countries aren’t weird like us and dress up their children and go door-to-door begging for candy, but they do indeed celebrate it. In France, mostly it’s an excuse to party, dress like a freak/slut and get drunk… who can argue with that?

I tried to take a picture… but it was kind of a fail

Anyway, I had class from 8h30-10h20, where we watched a movie about some guy who mildly stalks this girl then my weekend arrived (no classes on Thursday and Friday thanks to Toussaint)! Apres je suis sortie a centre ville, I went to Batman Kebab with Nina to get my last Kebab from there for a month 😦 so sad. They’re closing until the first week in December for renovations, so I had to savor every bite. They didn’t disappoint. Per usual, once done gorging, I stopped by the shop – that’s what I may start referencing the coffeeshop as, I’ve decided – for an hour or two to check my e-mail and do all those real life things, then I went home to take the necessary nap, pre-festivities.

I racked out for about two hours I would say, then woke up, started getting ready for the nuit and had dinner with Madeleine. After dinner, I finished donning my costume (I was a French maid, considering the country I’m staying in) then headed to Richard’s with Max to start the night. For a while it was just Richard, Max, Hannah and I, so as per API custom we played Kings and started the night off right. Hannah and I started off by splitting Jack Daniels and Coke, chyeahh. Needless to say by the time the others arrived (Nina, Emily, Evelyn, Preston, and Kaitlyn… forgive me if I’m forgetting anyone. It feels like a lifetime ago) we were starting to buzzbuzz. Nina and Emily had pre-pre-gamed at Nina’s with a giant bottle of wine though, so we weren’t the only ones. Also somehow Max got hammered, and we didn’t end up leaving Richard’s house until almost 1h00. Woo.

From Richard’s, the group splintered, and Richard, Emily, Nina, Hannah, Preston and I made our way to Theatro, the club/bar where we went the weekend before for the Halloween Party. It was pretty freaking dead though, so we only stayed long enough to take some drunk pictures, then we made our way to the infamous Vieux Manoir. At this point it was just Nina, Hannah and I, so we danced our costumed bootay’s off in the club until I was exhausted and ready to call it a night. Hannah ended up sleeping over, and thus ends Halloween in Grenoble, France. Zut alors.

*Note: While waiting outside of Vieux Manoir for our friends close to the end of the night, I was approached by a native French guy named Hugo who asked me if the “Dressage” on my jacket was the horse sport. Of course, we we’re instantly friends because he knew what Dressage was. Turns out he is from Marseille, which further cemented the obsession. We ended up exchanging numbers and chatting some more, but alas, my interest faded after he came out with us Halloween weekend. Gave me a chance to practice French, at least.

Thursday, November 1st: Woke up and refused to get out of bed for a small chunk of time. Surprisingly, I wasn’t really hung over, but I was pretty damned exhausted, which brews the same I’m-never-moving-ever-again feeling. Eventually, Hannah went home to shower and be a normal human, and around lunchtime Nina texted me saying she was in need of a burrito, so I was forced to start moving with the rest of the world. We wanted to go to Burgers & Cie, but they broke our hearts by being closed, so we went next door to this other place instead. I should really remember the name, but alas I can’t. Regardless, I ordered a tasty falafel, and then Nina and I just putzed around Grenoble for a while. Since it was an actual holiday not much was open, and the streets were eerily dead.

Eventually, Nina wanted to go home and gather her belongings (Madeleine left this morning, so Nina was spending the weekend with me at my apartment), and I finally caved and bought black boots! They aren’t real leather, I’m too broke for that, but these are cute in my opinion, and they were only about 22 euro, which made them in my price range, so purchased they were.

Emily’s cousin Peter from Denmark arrived around 19h30, so after he dropped his stuff off at the hotel he was staying at, Emily, Peter, Nina, Mike and I all went out to dinner at an amazingly tasty restaurant called Chez Meme Paulette, famous for it’s tartines, which is essentially a grilled piece of bread with a medley of delicious things cooked on top. I stupidly deleted the picture of my main course, but it was a tartine with jambon cru, pommes, et une type du fromage que j’oublie(for my english friends: thinly sliced ham with apples and some yummy cheese). It was amazingly delicious… and then we decided to have dessert :0

Emily’s Dessert

My dessert












I opted to have warm pears and dark chocolate sauce with cinnamon on a tartine… yeah, it was awesome. Emily went for the house specialty: lavender creme brulee, which was equally as epic. Obviously, we will be going back; it was cheap too which was an added bonus. Score! We didn’t end up finishing dinner until close to 23h00, so afterwards Nina and I just went back to my apartment and went to bed. After Halloween night, drinking was most definitely not on the agenda… plus the whole weekend was ahead of us.


Well guys… that has to to be it for now. At least now I’m less than a week behind. I’m uploading my paragliding picture as I type this, so hopefully that can be accomplished before my computer dies (I have :19 left, so it’s up in the air). It’s only like 7h15 in the morning for y’all right now, so most of you aren’t even awake yet, but enjoy your day when you! kisses and hugs.

I’ve Got A Crush On You


Hi Friends!
I still have a bunch of videos that I need to share with the world, so this post will be a mix of that and me catching you up on my life once again. It’s officially the weekend for me now because this week is France’s vacation week… I still had class Mon-Wed but it was only in the morning sooo yeah! Viva La France.

^ NERO KILLING IT. Amsterdam edition.
Saturday, October 27th: Woke up too early for me to be pleased. We had to be at the bus station by 8h30, which means I had to leave my house by 7h50 to get there on time.. ew. We left Grenoble a little before 9h00 and had a 3.5 heure bus ride ahead of us. I tried to sleep, but even with my human pillow it was virtually impossible to get comfortable enough to actually fall asleep. Eventually I just gave up and listened to music to pass the time. Overall though, it wasn’t an entirely painful bus ride. A little passed noon we arrived at our destination: Aix-en-Provence. It was outrageously windy there, so directly after we checked in at the hotel we moved our asses vite to find a place to eat. I ended up branching off with Richard and Macauley and we had lunch at some asain-ish inspired cuisine place. I got a soup that did a fine job with warming up my insides. Nomnomnom

After lunch, of course we had to have dessert. I opted for gelato, of course; the flavors I had were chocolate chip (except they were flakes, not chips) and caramel salted peanut vanilla. Yes, that is correct. It was an amazing flavor and if possible I would like to bathe daily in it. But alas. We had a tour scheduled in the afternoon with the group, so post-feasting, the three of us headed back to Maison du Tourisme to meet up with the rest of the API clowns to take a guided tour. We had the option to take the tour in French or English, but I was feeling lazy, so English won. It was a pleasant tour, but I really wish the wind was a little less intense. Thankfully though I had my spirit hood, so my hands remained toasty. Once the tour was finished, we all branched off again and I ended up buying dank cookies at this awesome cookie shop, then going back to the hotel with Emily and Richard to change into warmer clothes.

Try to ignore the creepy face…

From there, Emily, Max, Richard and I went to just explore the town… I ended up buying some sparkly black flats as well because I needed black shoes to match my black leather jacket (I’m still debating whether or not to buy matching leather boots though…). Richard was in search of a snapback, but it was all in vain. During our exploration, we stumbled upon this burrito place that came highly regarded by Evelyn (our resident burrito expert), so of course we had to stop in for an early dinner. Turns out, the proprietor of the establishment was obsessed with my spirithood, so I let him model it for a little bit… then I munched face on an amazing semi-spicy chicken burrito. Cowboy, take me away.

Post-epic food, the four of us purchased our drinks for the night: bottles on bottles of wine. I bought one for myself, and the other one I ended up splitting with Nina (thank goodness, because if I had beasted two on my own I would have been shithoused). I also found patches for Aix-en-Provence and Marseille in my travels, so my day was 100% made. My backpack is starting to look sweet, y’all! At this point, it was starting to get dark and cold, so we went back to the hotel, and I headed to my room to shower — and in true classy form, I opened my bottle of wine while showering because everyone else was starting to pre-game, and I couldn’t be left out.

When I was nice and clean, I headed to Max, Preston and Richard’s room to start the night’s festivities. It was just Max, Richard and I for a little bit, so we played some card games (I brought my deck from Amsterdam), and then Nina, Emily, Mike, Ryan, Natasha and Maddie joined us… so in true API fashion, we played king’s. Needless to say, we found out some secrets about one another, and we all left the room strongly buzzing. Well, to be honest, I was drunk, but whose counting? I had a slight mental breakdown concerning the boy (no worries, all is well now.. beyond well, actually), so when we got to the bar my friends decided it would be a good idea to buy me a drink. NO. Bad decision! You do not buy a crying drunk girl more drinks! But alas, it happened, and I vaguely remember slurping down a fairly gross tasting blue drink, and then being convinced to take a shot of caramel vodka. It was at this point that I started to black-out, and to be honest, I don’t remember getting back to the hotel, but API birds of a feather stick together, and I made it back safe and sound with some escorts. We didn’t end up going to bed until 3h30, and I broke down whatever barriers existed between Nina and Richard (inside joke, you won’t get it). Thus ended API’s day excursion in Aix-en-Provence.

Sunday, October 28th: Woke up and surprisingly was not that hungover. Thank the lord because we had to be in the lobby with our bags back ready to leave by 9h00. I ended up waking up a little after 7h00, so I had an ample amount of time to completely stuff my face with tasty breakfast food (I miss eggs sooo much). We left Aix-en-Provence on schedule and bussed to Avignon, a city in France where the Pope used to live before he bounced over to the Vatican (lamesauce). I honestly thought I was about to blow away a few times, but thankfully my feet remained on solid ground. We ended up taking a tour of Palais des Papes (Popes’ Palace), which was a pretty freaking cool fortress. I took a bunch of pictures, so stay tuned for those. I also bought Danielle a bottle of wine with pictures of Popes on it. Funny and classy all at the same time, you know.

After the Palais, Natasha, Maddie, Max, Elissa, Richard, Preston, Nina, Heather and I ate a tasty lunch at a creperie in town. I went with a crepe filled with cheese and ratatouille (sauteed Med. veggies), it came with salad and it completely hit the spot. The wind continued to blow, but we trooped it out and fooled around on a giant carrousel for a little… until we got kicked off. Party poopers. At that point it was time to get back on the bus and head over to wine country (Chateaneuf-du-Pape region, about an hour outside of Avignon), anyway.. plus, it was nice getting out of the frigidness.

Our final destination of the weekend was a winery, where we were enlightened on the logistics of wine tasting. During my cruise over the summer, my grandpa let me in on some wine secrets, so I knew a little bit, but this guy was a champion. I mean, if you work at a winery in France, you kind of have to be. It was a fun time, and I ended up buying a nice bottle of a 2007 red for my Nonni and Grandpa. After the tour/tasting, we walked around for a few minutes, but really the wind was deadly and I scooted back onto the bus as soon as possible. The bus ride was nice and relaxing, and before I knew it the weekend was coming to a close and we arrived in Grenoble… to find snow on the ground!! It was ludicrous, but I kind of liked it at the same time. We got back around 19h, so I went straight home, ate some dinner with Madeleine, read some Game of Thrones, and then slept for as long as I possibly could. Weekend = success.

Jumping Off Cliffs Like It’s No Big Deal


Bonjour mes petits munchkins!

…I’m in a bit of a pickle as to how I want to relay my trip to Amsterdam to y’all. Obviously, you guys are well aware as to the culture in Amsterdam, and what is legal, et cetera. I have a multitude of stories that I’m itching to tell, but I also have a nicely functioning brain floating around in my head, and it isn’t really in my best interest to publicly publish this kind of thing. I have hopes of having a successful career in the future, so I’d rather not have any dirt on me that can be dug up, yah know? But at the same time… AMSTERDAM WAS FREAKING CRAZY.

So, I have come up with a solution. I’ll publish the “legal” pictures here in the next post, but I also have a separate post with all the juicy deets if anyone is interested. If you want to read it, either leave a comment on this post with your e-mail, or shoot me an e-mail at halataxi@rocketmail.com, let me know you want the 4-1-1, and I’ll forward you a long the post in an e-mail. Not the easiest of solutions, I know, but I can’t really think of anything else, and this way we all win. Cheers!

On that note, I’ll continue per usual with a gap for the days of October 18th, 19th, 20th and 21st.


Monday, October 22nd: THE WEEK OF PURE EVIL. Not like I can complain too much after a weekend of epicness, but still… this week was hell in a hand basket (school-wise, bien sur), and it all started on Monday. Per usual, I had class starting at 10h40, but two of my elective professors – pour l’Histoire d’art et culture et societe – decided that class had to be two hours instead of 1h30… excuse me but NO. Unfair, you suck. Yes, I have taken 3-hour classes in college before, but in freaking ENGLISH… with debates and stuff. Sorry, but 2 straight hours of nonsensical French forces my brain switch into overdrive and I do not appreciate it. I wouldn’t even be shocked if steam started shooting out of my orifices.

Sorry, that was a mini-rant. Anyway, after my torturous classes were done I had to go next door and take a mo-fricken fake exam. Yes, you read that right. For my three elective classes, our only grade for the semester is our final (eep)… so in an effort to “help us”, our superiors decided that all the Americans get the elite pleasure of studying for exams that don’t even count towards anything so we can see where we stand in the class. It’s complete malarkey if you ask me. If I have to invest the time into studying for something, it might as well count; I mean, what on earth is the point to even study?! But of course, I like being a good student too much, so I studied (on the plane coming home from Amsterdam…), and it turns out that the exam wasn’t that bad – I finished tres vite and now I guess I know how the professor is going to test us. Regardless though… down with fake exams!

I finally arrived back home around 18h30, which left me just enough time to shower before dinner. I 100% wanted to just relax and recuperate from the long day, but noooo. Instead, I had to spend the next few hours doing homework and studying for my three exams on Tuesday. Excuse me, what? Eventually I just passed out from an overload of information.

Tuesday, October 23rd: The apex of evil pour moi thus far in the semester. Tuesdays are a hellish day as it is for me, but add three exams into the mix and you’re better off just not talking to me. My day started at 8h30 with my first batch of classes, which didn’t end until 12h30. During that chunk of time I took my first exam of the day. This one actually counted, and was the 2nd of the semester so it was kind of a big deal. I wasn’t too worried about that since on the first one I got an A+ (chyeah beetches), but it still stunk. After that we had an hour (as opposed to the usual 1h30) break for lunch, where Hannah and I met up with Max and Preston to enjoy our few minutes of freedom.

Lunch ended too soon, and I had my Translation class… and my second exam of the day. Thank the lord this one was just to judge how we are doing, because honestly I think our professor made the exam while smoking meth of equal value. We had to translate the most obscure words ever from English to French… some of them I didn’t even know the definition to, and I’m a freaking English major, so I kind of pride myself on my solid grasp of the English language. Whatevs. I survived it, and had a brief 30-minute break until my final elective class of the week, la litterature. After that class was done I had to go take yet another faux examen, but this one was also pretty easy, and once again I can now get a grasp as to how the final will be.

Needless to say, I was beyond exhausted, and once I got home I showered, ate dinner, did my homework, read some Game of Thrones, then sank into a well-deserved sleep.

Wednesday, October 24th: Another early morning with class at 8h30, but after that I was done for the day (well… kind of), so Nina and I went to the post office to get some international envelopes et les timbres, and I spent about 30-minutes being indecisive as to what I wanted to eat for lunch. I finally settled with Sandwich House and had this delicious sandwich with peppers, tomatoes, cheese and various other veggies on a sesame seed baguette. Nomnomnom. I took my sandwich to the ever-infamous French Coffeeshop, where I paired it with a mochafrio, which was equally dank.

I had every intention of studying for my last fake final of the week (Culture et Societe), but at that point I was at maximum capacity as far as exams were concerned and just sort of said screw it, aka I didn’t take the exam. I felt guilty for about a minute, but then I realized that a bunch of kids in my program skipped one exam, and I mean, it doesn’t count anyway… so the guilt quickly dissipated. Instead, I figured out what classes I want to take for my last semester at UVM, holycrapontoast. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but because I was such a boss with planning out my whole undergraduate career, next semester I only have to take one class: a senior seminar for my European Studies major (I finished my English major last year, holla). In lieu of taking a seminar, I have the option to take an Advanced Readings & Research class, but I’m not really sure what exactly it entails. I e-mailed some people and am trying to get the ball rolling with that, so I’ll see how it ends up. Unfortunately, in order to be a full-time student I have to take at least 12 credits, so I had to pick some others. I think I will be definitely taking Tolkien’s Middle-Earth (an entry-level English class, can you say easy A?), and I need to choose between Francophone Crossings — a 200-level French class… kind of stinks because it’ll be real work, but I need to keep up with speaking French; I refuse to lose all I’ve gained here – and Z Is For Zombies, which is a 100-level English class, and once again will be a walk in the park. So that means I have 9 credits. I also e-mailed my adviser and the English department head to see if I can take this class that is simply called Internship. Basically, I have to find an internship on my own, and I can get 3-6 credits for interning during the semester (I have to write like one paper, but that’s cake). I started e-mailing some people, and I think I may have found a potential: I would be interning at some magazine/newsletter in South Burlington and I would be in charge of planning meetings and kind of being the editors assistant. The best part… it’s paid! If I can get paid and receive credits at the same time I will be a very happy camper. Of course, all of this is still up in the air, but I still have a good amount of time before all of the kinks need to be worked out anyway. With the internship class, I could have up to 15 credits on the table, but of course I’m an overachiever and want to get the most bang for my buck, so I also think that during winter break I’m going to take two classes online: Crime Story: Agatha Christie and Careers and English: What Next? The Agatha course is 2 credits, and the English Career is only 1, so I’ll have a full course load once again. The best part about those two courses though is that they are only during winter break, so during my Spring Semester I’m only going to have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays for like 3 hours… and then whatever it is I have to do for my Research and Internship. HECK YES. I love life.

Now that I’ve bored you with my future classes, I’ll resume. After the coffeeshop I went to Monoprix to buy treats with Emily and Mike and then went to a Halloween/costume shop to buy tickets for a Halloween Bash for Hannah and I. I ended up buying a costume as well (‘tis a surprise), and the guys who worked there wanted to take a picture of me in it for their shop… I tried not to be 100% weirded out. They were cute though, so I didn’t take too much offense. When that debacle was over I stopped by Ian’s to pick up his sewing kit and chatted with him for a bit, and then headed home for dinner. I had some time to kill before Madeleine came home so I worked on sewing some more patches onto my backpack; it’s starting to fill up! The little things in life that make me happy, haha. Madeleine made an outrageously delicious apple tart, and I think I ate 1/3rd of it for dessert. Woops. I ended my night watching V for Vendetta; a much better day then the previous two.

Thursday, October 25th: AWESOMENESS. I had one class from 10h40 a 12h30, and then hung around on campus for an hour to wait to go PARAPENTING!!!! Parapenting = Paragliding, and it was one of the most amazing experiences ever. Picture this: being on the top of one of the French Alps, running off a hill and suddenly having the ground disappear beneath your feet. Guys, it was so so so unbelievable. At this time of year in Grenoble all the leaves are still changing colors, so the scenery was beyond compare. I videoed the majority of the flight, so definitely take a look at it. Seriously, if you ever get the opportunity to go, DO IT. It was something that I can’t really even use words to describe, and I’m pretty darn good with words. It was something that I’m never going to forget for as long as I live.

After living life to the fullest by running off a mountain, I went home to shower, rest and have dinner before the night began. It was the night of our first Halloween Party in Grenoble, and of course Hannah and I had to do it in style. I dressed up as a Geisha, with my Kimono from China, some tights and high heels. I can pull off a good Asian, if I do say so myself. In her own words, Hannah dressed up “as a slut”, so of course we were magnets. I mean, we’re both tall (and had heels on to boot), I’m a tan American with black hair, and she’s a blonde German, so unfortunately it was inevitable. Once we met up, we walked to Natasha’s friend’s apartment (comically enough, another German) to pre-game before the fiesta. The party didn’t start until 23h30 so we had plenty of time to do our thing. Following all the necessary preparations (i.e. costumes and wine/mixed drinks), we met up with some of Natasha’s friends from school, then made our way to the club where the party was. In all honesty, it was a pretty freaking fun time. I talked French with a lot of different people (and nationalities), got some free drinks, and had a blast breaking it down on the dance floor. One guy tried to show me “typical French dance moves”, but he looked like an epileptic puppet, so I made the excuse that my feet hurt (which they did) and went to sit down for a little. Apparently, sitting down is equivalent to having a giant sign flashing, “come bother me” above my head, because I think a new guy or pair of guys came up to me about every three minutes. One made me a braided necklace out of fake spider webs; honestly, the way people try to court you here… it’s just bizarre. I realized I was exhausted around 3h00 and made the terrible trek home in my heels. About halfway through I went barefoot and didn’t regret it. I got home 30 minutes later and passed out instantly. Sweet success.

Friday, October 26th: Today! I woke up around 10h00, woke up, puked (casual, I know. I officially have realized I can’t have mixed drinks with a lot of sugar. I wasn’t even that drunk the night before; the sugar gets me in the morning every time), and then decided I wasn’t ready to face the world yet (plus it was a very cruddy and rainy day), so I went back to bed. Hannah ended up waking me up by texting me at 13h30, at which point I decided to be a normal human being. At 15h30, I met up with Emily at Mezzo di Pasta where I had a tasty soup and macaroni with pesto, and we started to plan our trip to Morocco!!!! Details on that to come, but I am so beyond excited I don’t know how I’m going to be able to wait until December. Eventually Hannah met up with us, and after she finished eating we went to the Pathe Cinema to go see Taken 2. Heh, not my first choice movie to watch while abroad, but Hannah wanted to see it and I promised I would go with her, but it actually wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. It was pretty much an action film (plus it ended happy), and I was extra proud of myself that the film was in French and I could understand everything; I’m getting better everyday with this French!

Side Note Story: At the beginning of the movie, there was this large group of OBNOXIOUS teenagers that would not stop yelling and dicking around while the film was playing. After 10 minutes, a guy who worked at the theatre approached them and told them to be quiet, but they completely ignored him. A few minutes later, the workers paused the film and forcible removed them from the cinema. One idiot kid tried to punch the large man who was escorting him out, which was pretty hilarious to watch. Once all the perpetrators were gone, they rewound the film and everything continued normally… but 20 minutes later 5 police officers went out the same exit as the idiot kids. I’m sure they were being stupid and up to no good. Honestly, never a dull moment over here in Grenoble, France. I can’t say I hate it.

When the movie was over, I headed back to my apartment and then had soup and ratatouille pizza with Madeleine for dinner. It was extremely tasty. Now, I’m just lying in bed typing this up for all of you lovely individuals. I’ll probably go to bed early because this weekend is an excursion with the rest of my group to Aix-en-Provence. Stay tuned for the crazy stories that I’m sure will ensue.

❤ Love, peace and afrogrease.