The rest of Thursday night was spent barhopping around the Victoire district, famous for its nightlife. At one of the bars we went to, La Bodegon, you could order massive pitchers called "giraffes," which we picture-whored the hell out of.
La Place de la Victoire is conveniently located by the tram, except as we predicted, we again missed the last one at 1 AM. Thankfully my host sister Lisa was out in the same area, so Laura, Tiff and I ended up meeting up with her friends. Outside, amidst historical monuments centuries old, drunk people and broken glass were everywhere. We ended up going to their apartment, the same place as the house party that first weekend. There, while deliriously waiting for the first tram at 4:30, we decided to teach them some American slang to repay the favor of all the "argot" (French for slang) we had learned last weekend. Ambassadors for the United States of America as we are, we imparted such gems as "hook up," "facebook whore," hit it and quit it," and "walk of shame." Here are some of my favorite reactions, verbatim:
Q: (in French) I like this "walk of shame" expression, it's pretty funny.
B: I do not like this expression. It is not shame, it is natural.
(Later)
B: It should be called the "walk of glory."
B: My last "plan cul" (French for hook up) was a Danish girl.
Me: Was she your hit it and quit it?
B: Yes.
Me: Was she hot?
B: I cannot tell you this. This is private.
In conclusion I love French people.
Today we went to St. Emillion to go wine tasting and it was so beautiful. Post pending with pictures! Going barhopping again tonight - I'm hoping to have more hilarity to share.
next time you ask me if a guy was hot, i'll just say "I cannot tell you this. It's private."
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