So it’s my first weekend in Paris. I woke up SUPER late (close to noon) then went across the street to Montmartre to get a crepe for lunch. After that, came back, chilled for a while, watched Hercules in french, and napped. Then my french sister came by and she took me out for happy hour! We went to a pretty cool a la mode bar. I mean, I can’t drink too well (my tolerance is low), but it was so nice of her to take me out and meet her Stanford friends. Now my joints hurt (according to Yahoo, it’s because my body is slow to detoxify acetaldehyde into acetate). Well, even after she left with her friends to a club (I felt as though it wasn’t my place to crash after they generously let me join them for dinner too), I went to join my french class friends. There, I drank a LOT of water. A LOT. We were gonna hit a chic club, but I realized that the subway closed down at 2 o’clock and I didn’t want to miss the last subway, so left at 1:30.
Wellllll, all I wanted to say was, my host family buddy is probably one of the coolest people you can share a host family with…EVER. How did I get so lucky?
Now what time is it?? Oh…2:36. Outside my window, the night is still quite young. For me, tomorrow is gonna be a chill day. Just gonna stay in and do some homework and other work.
Thanks for reading,
Victor T. Paulsen.