I Roll With the Cripz

So I pretty much can’t believe it’s already April.

In other news, I am doing pretty much amazing. Paris in the springtime is gorgeous. I have a week of school until my three week vacation. Bref, I am loving life.

This weekend was one for the books. Friday after school Victor and I walked around and talked, then I went and saw the 300 with my friends Guillaume and Marine. I thought I was sitting next to Johnny Depp the entire time, but finalement when the lights were on it was most definitely not him. I was a bit disappointed.

Waking up Saturday for Badminton really melted my butter, but I only have 2 sessions left, which excites me. Not having any plans in particular for daytime Saturday, I was very happy when Brie, an exchange student just outside Paris, called and wanted to hang out. So Brie, Rebecca (from Cali) and Rike (Germany) hung out most of the day Saturday, eating, walking in the rain, smoking hookah, and eating the most amazing, fresh out of the oven baguettes. That was a once in a lifetime baguette.

That night was similarly amazing. I went to the largest apartment in the history of history for dessert with friends from school, as it was a girl’s birthday party. They are a close group of friends and are super funny and great to hang out with. We then went to this kind of chic, bourgeois, “I’m Parisian and spend my parent’s money” bar where you drink cocktails out of baby bottles. There was a competition where trivial pursuit questions were asked in order to win suckers, and I won two. Take that French people and the stereotype of American ignorance. I got home at 3. I wasn’t really tired. Good night it ‘twas.

The sun was shining nicely Sunday morning for the picnic my church was having at the Jardins de Luxembourg. My friend Andrew and I played an awkward version of Pickle with some little girls from the church and these two French boys. It was really hot. The sun. Not the game of pickle. Andrew and I then went to a cemetery near by (Parisian cemeteries are the bomb diggity) and talked for a long time. It was amazing.

Usually on Mondays I have a history class with the Juniors (Premieres) from two till four, but as they were taking a test today, my teacher said I could learn the French “of the bistros.” I took this grand opportunity on this fine Spring day to walk to the Eiffel Tower, which took about an hour, where after several miscommunications I met up with some friends from my first bus tour, who were in Paris for their Euro tour. It was great to see them again, if only for a little bit. I then proceeded to lay in the grass under the warm sun and read. Perfection.

And that my friends, is how I roll with the cripz.

Brent