the meat-eating vegetarian.

question: what does one do when one goes to one's old watering hole (where one never get anything free) and is greeted with a free plate of meat, as a kind gesture of one's returned presence?

answer: one eats meat. one ate french bologna and one ate french salami. one did not eat the french mystery meat that looked like a mixture of pate and tongue. one is a vegetarian. but when in france, one must do as the french do. and apparently they eat meat. but not mystery meat.

enough one-speak. (what person would that be considered? second? third? why don't i know this?) alexis and i had crepes and then were greeted with a large plate of meats at mecano. such a sweet gesture. if only it had been cheese...

on our walk home down rue oberkampf, a crazy person heard us speaking english. he screams, "BON" which sounded like "BOO," but was followed by "soiree," so he was really trying to be nice, er, not really. i followed his bon soiree with my own "JESUS CHRIST!!" and then he followed that with "BULL SHIT!" oh the french and their sometimes little knowledge of english.

once we hit belleville (not the metro, but the boulevard - kinda far from the metro and even farther from my home), it began to rain. by the time we were home, we were more or less drenched. but we are drenched in paris, so it is ok.

it was lovely to be back in my favorite bar with a good old friend drinking vodka pommes. the owner came over and struck up a big conversation with us, as we were remembered and loved. he told me how he was just in new york for a couple weeks and how he just loved it. he kept raving about how kind americans are, how the service was just great at restaurants, bars, in taxis. it's always good to hear a french person say that french service sucks. i feel that sometimes i get used to being treated kinda shitty (which really isn't a lot, cuz i have my places where my people adore me and treat me like gold) because i dont speak that great of french. it's not that i scream american, but i dont scream french. americans like french. french like americans. but there are just these stereotypes that suck, dude. so when a french person talks about how he likes america and how the service is great, it is refreshing.

by the way, the mecano bar looks great. it is very bright and cheery, not nearly as dark as before. bright red walls, very open. the architecture is the same but it seems bigger. and no lana, there are no hats to steal. but we did get some glasses...