french singing

so...last friday was epic fun. we went to an 'irish' pub/bar/club thing in paris, which i was uber stoked on considering i had heard it was awesome. no lies. it was. best part, however, was the AMAZING playlist of english party classics (imagine YMCA and Grease soundtrack tunes mixed with normal club plays)....no picture non-english speaking french people JAMMING and singing along to these songs....i have never IN MY LIFE heard anything as funny as a french person, accent and all, singing the WRONG WORDS to 'Grease Lightning'.....disgustingly fun times...haha.

olympics/ the finnish

so the usa hockey team made finland their beezey last night. 6-1. hilarious. considering that all the goals by the usa were scored in the first quarter, it did make for a rather boring game actually. the upside to it was that we discovered that there are actually finnish people living in paris. however, once the slaughter (aka game) was over, they all ran back home, so it remains to be seen as to whether or not they will surface again before 2014.haha. but seriously, it was weird that in all the nights out we have never met one person from finland...there must be some secret scandinavian underground bar or something. canada v usa in the gold medal game tomorrow. i dont want to talk about it.

unless we win. then i will talk about it.

Weekend spending = Food and Drink

Ok. so the title is seemingly self-explanatory, but not so much. I have come to the scary realization (and by realization I mean that I 'realize' this every week...) that basically ALL of my paycheck gets spent on non-tangible goods. i.e. food/alcohol/etc. In my defense, if the saying 'it's the thought that counts' was really true, I would have loads of money saved up, as every sunday/monday, I am determined that my excessive spending over the previous weekend (usually on $12 malibu cocktails since its uber expensive in Paris, and I am lame and have the alcoholic taste-buds of a 15 yr old) is ending and I am starting anew. This is then followed by a Monday, the likes of which instigate a thirst for said alcohol and therefore the planning commences for the following weekend as to where I will be spending entire paychecks. So, for the record, I really am stopping this. At least for one weekend. This sounds like a good plan. Except that I know that tomorrow I will have come to the determination that visiting the O'Sullivans Bar on Grands Boulevards is simply non-negotiable, and that not going would be perhaps robbing myself of the very cultural experiences motivating my time here. If only justifying frivolous spending was an Olympic sport....