Notre deluge

Well to start it's been absolutely insane hearing and seeing reports about what has been going down in New Orleans. Sort of sad to say that i've been bad at keeping up because the internet is expensive and I don't have a TV nearby.

Southern France, wanting to be a part of the action, had it's own mini flood last week. Classes were cancelled for two whole days and our dorm building, ou Batiment F, was on lockdown for a day and change. Wish I were making this up, but we were only allowed to leave for baguettes and croissants and such. Quel chance.

Americans, knowing how to fuck up things in a wonderful cyclone type way whereever they go, found a way to fuck up this situation. My building had a toga party. No hint of irony babies. No saying "hey, we saw Roman ruins and aqueducts last week, wouldn't it be quaint to recreate it." NO. We're talkin Belushi chantin "toga toga toga" and shitty hip hop to go around. felt like i was in effin zee bee xi

but your girl, as is her wont, found a way to make it all okay. i ran the pre show and had the cool kids dancin to franz, singin to pixies, and sometimes cryin with rufus wainwright. i did make sure to throw down during the toga party when somebody told me came on. the pinot noir surging through my veins only made things better.

sadly, i could not continue the dance party yesterday sur le pont d'avignon where i hear on y danse. if you had a loopy french lady teach you in high school, you'd know what i mean.

in addition i saw French men go INSANE watching France play Ireland for the world cup. My french teacher of last semester if you remember, went INSANE. IN. FUCKING. SANE.

More of this, and less of drinking licorice laden pastis (southern French liqueur) will hopefully ensue.