Sounds like the beginning of a joke right? Nope it's an inventory of those who reside in my apartment. There is a lot of comedy, most notably watching the Israeli and Russian talk about Russian history through American animated films (Anastasia). And a Swedish song. Lots of gestures since English is not either of their first languages, and a few miss used words.
Quite odd. But amazing!
I'm really nervous about this dinner tonight. The guy might have responded in English, but I'm so uncomfortable conversing in French right now that it makes me nervous that I'm going to look like an idiot.
Of course, this is why I moved to France in the first place. To meet European men. Yes, that is my sole goal. In theory it sounds all romantic, in practicality, it sounds like a freaking nightmare.
I am so wound up about it I got on the wrong train back to my apartment. But the extra long trip has given me a chance to think about what I have to lose, by going tonight, or really doing anything I do. Which really I don't have anything to lose. I no longer own anything to speak of, and I threw my pride off a bridge... A few times, most notably around Christmas in an email.
I also realize I have no career or career goals to speak of and I don't think that will change anytime soon. I want to be in a relationship. What exactly is so wrong about pursuing love the way some pursue a career path?
So, I have found a few suggestions to meet people, including the dinner tonight, and even the cafe at the main library? Can't do that in the states.
So here is hoping I can get what I really want.
Tonight I am attending Le Club de l'auto's Dîner de Printemps. To celebrate let's talk about cars!
I think there is An untapped market of car geeks in France. I have seen some of the most beautiful cars since getting here. Nevermind the Ferrari, I'm talking the Old Mini's and Fiats, and even the new Citron that seems to resemble the old angry clam one.
I feel like Renualts are the equivalent to a GM, Mercedes aren't as cute here, and there is about a million and one Citrons of all shapes and sizes.
Oh, and they park everything on the side walks. Motorcycles, Vespas, even 1/2 of the cars. Reminds me of being in New Orleans who must be taking parking directions from the French. I'm sure there were no cars when the French settled Louisiana, but did they park their horse and carriages the same way?
Anyhow here are some pics from my day to day sightings or interesting cars, and car stuff alike...
Laurel
