my local marche had a fete de beauj today. since my fruit vendor loves me (no, seriously, this is a L-O-L-O-L-O-L-O-V-E kinda of thing - but so not reciprocal), he gave me three tickets for free bottles. ha, and i only spent ten euros there today, too.
but he is getting hugely annoying. the whole customer-vendor relationship is not what it used to be...he's beginning to get a tad too fresh for my taste. he asked if i wanted to get a coffee...i said yes...huge mistake. instead of going to the cherie cafe across the way, we went into some little dark joint down the street. 'no' does not mean 'no' to men, especially him. i have clarified that i have a boyfriend (jigga what!?) and that doesn't mean shit.
all i know is that from now on, i will get my produce and peace the fuck out.
after getting more or less assaulted (jk), i made my way to my cheese/egg lady, who i just love. and i am loved by her and the other girl who works there.
and then i 'won' three bottles of beauj nouveau. this are special bottles. i will try to bring them home...unless i drink them first.
on a different note, i saw france play maroc in soccer last night. 2-2 tie. oh my god, it was so cold. it took me about two hours to thaw once i got home. i was a bit disappointed in the french fans, however. morocco represented! after being immersed in a sea of moroccans, ive decided that i want to learn arabic (well, it wasn't just this immersion, ive been toying w
ith the idea for awhile).
ith the idea for awhile).the following video shows morocco's spirit and how they dislike the french soccer team...
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