the alexis-kendra reunion.

alexis and i have decided that we cannot see each other in the states. only in france. i dont care how arrogant or spoiled i sound - we will just never see rendezvous stateside. it would be sacreligious...

we began our saturday morning with a stroll through the market. i bought four fabulously tasty cheeses and my usual dix oeufs. i am beginning to be adored by my cheese/egg ladies. they give me samples of stuff. im all about relationship buildling here. and buying cheese on a weekly basis is how it is done.

i introduced alexis to my fruit guy. he is a little fresh. he invited us to smoke shisha with him that night at a place near mecano. i actually considered going. but then things came up. i hope that didnt fuck up my discount. (oh yeah, this week, i got 8 euros off and free onions, mint, some weird herb, and more lettuce. i love my weekly cadeaus.)

after the market, we made our way to my favorite little park - buttes chaumont. i write about this place all the time, but it really is great. we went up to the highest part of the park and could see sacre coeur. i love sacre coeur, even if i bitch about walking up those fucking steps every time i go. while we were wandering about, we saw four pompiers vehicles. my heart began to race. four pompiers vehicles yields at least 10 pompiers. yummy. nothing like a fireman who speaks french. they were doing some training in the park. see, there are all kinds of cliffs and waterfalls and crazy little passages. they had out all of this rock climbing gear and had a little aparatus rigged up to hoist an injured person out of there. yes, the picture with the little yellow body bag thing in the corner had a real person in it. poor fella just laid there while the pompiers decided how to hoist him up. scary. i like my pompiers where i can see them - not hoisting me up in a bag.

we opted to go off to galeries lafayette and check out the view of the city. again, dont send me to lafayette on a saturday if you want me to spend money. i cant stand busy department stores. we made our way through there quickly. i must mention, however, that the christmas lights are up and the window displays have been unveiled. AND THEY ROCK! i only saw them during the day, but will go back soon to see the view at night. and i will pick up a cone of roasted chestnuts. tres romantique.

after some mosey-ing, we ended up near montmartre and had bowls of french onion soup. delish. we both were getting tired and i think that we both easily could have passed out sitting at the restaurant. we made our way back and took some naps. we would need it for the craziness to come...

which, of course, involved the mecano bar. they stay open until 6 am on sunday morning, so we knew that our night would be long and insane. and it was. my darling friend jamie and a new intern buddy came over chez moi for some pre-mecano cocktails and a little talib/kanye breakout session. and then off to the metro we strolled, with me and jamie arm-in-arm, pretending to be lovers, as my stalker, claude, insisted (again) on gazing into my apt. as we neared the metro, it was decided that a photoshoot was necessary. jamie and i break out into photoshoots all the time when we are together. the results are generally quite entertaining.

we made it to mecano safely and strutted our baller asses in. there is not much i enjoy more than walking in to some establishment and feeling like i own the joint. our friends are there. they are wonderful and treat us like gold! unfortunately, we still have to pay for our drinks (that much hasn't changed), but we get them really quickly and with a big smile from our new pal zoey. it was more or less a chaotic night of vodka pommes and weird shots mixed with vodka and random liquers (malaba - some fucked up bubble gum liquer - who would create such a substance?), along with too many ciggies. when in france, i justify.

i somehow managed to strike up a conversation with this moroccan guy, who ended up being from tetouan, which i travelled through when i went to chefchaouen last year. he was nice and didn't seem too pervy. as i was a bit under the influence, my number went out. oops.

other man story...i was talking to a group of three french guys (none of whom were overly cute or charming) and they commented on how tall i was. i pointed to the three inch heels i was wearing, and then said, and i quote (this was all in french, too): "don't worry. i'm not a tiger, but i am a pussycat." end quote. they enjoyed that little comment. and then i ran away. back to my drink and a cig.

i do believe that we lasted until around 3:30. after a bit of difficulty, we all found taxis home. alexis and i decided to stay up until 5:30 and then finally crashed. today is the first day that i have not left my apartment, not even to go across the street and buy bread (i made alexis do that). i have not felt this shitty in awhile. granted, i have not gone out in a major way in awhile. i have no tolerance anymore (did i ever, though?). i must admit, though, that whenever i go to the mecano bar, i never NEVER say 'absolut-pomme.' it's always 'vodka-pomme,' and that vodka is the cheapest shit ever. why can't i remember that the night of the chaos and not the morning after when i feel like hell?

we got some nice souvenirs last night. glasses. we always walk out of these bars with purses full of glasses. the booty is great!