Last night was interesting to say the least. I went out to dinner with Katie and her friend Rachel. We went to the student cafeteria because it's only 2.90 and the food is pretty good. I had pizza again because their main dish didn't look all that great. They have this really good cherry tart, it was delish. Katie told us all about her trip to Budapest and Prague and she said she had a really good time and it was amazing. We all talked for a while and then decided to go get a beer somewhere. Rachel called her friend asking where some bar was and we decided to try to find it. We had to take like a million and a half trains to get there...it was nuts. I don't know why we just didn't find a place where we were at but I really didn't mind, it's not like I had anything else to do. We had to transfer through Chatlet, which is a HUGE metro stop. So many different trains run through there it is nuts. It is so confusing and I swear we walked a mile to our next train.
I'm really not sure where we got off, I had never been there before but it was near rue de Oberkampf which is in the 11th, I believe. They really weren't sure where this bar was but there were a ton around us so we just started walking trying to find one that looked good. We were going to go into this Spanish bar that had sangria but it was pretty expensive so we decided on somewhere else. We walked into this bar, I don't know the name and were looking at their drink menu on the wall when we noticed that happy hour ended in a few minutes and they had 3.50 Euro pints, so we decided to get that. I can't remember what the beer was called, but they only had 2 on tap, and it had a red handle. I had never heard of it before. It either started with an A or an E and I think it ended in "ger" but I could be wrong. So we order 3 and give the guy a 20 expecting to get a lot of change back. He only gave us back 2 euro and we realized that since it was still happy hour that's not right. Katie and Rachel went back up to the bar while I watched over our beers and table, to sort things out. They guy was being a real prick I guess and said that since the register said it was 9 then he couldn't charge us half price. They wouldn't take that so this other guy who was working there came up and gave us our correct change. What a nice guy. They came back and we just started talking. The beer wasn't that great. It had a cinnamon taste to it which was kind of interesting but it was really tangy. It was only 3.50 so what can you expect right?
Rachel and I had already finished our beers and we were talking and waiting on Katie to finish hers so we could leave when this guy comes up to us and is like omg you're speaking English!!! and we were like uh, yeah. He was like wow, that's so cool (he was American) Katie tells him he can join us if he can find a chair. He said something about going to the bathroom and then he would hunt down a chair. We asked him where he was from and no lie, this is what he said, "Wow, it's been so long, I don't even remember. I'm from the middle of nowhere." He left and went to the bathroom. I was like great, he's a weirdo. He comes back and finds a chair and we asked what his name was and he goes, "well you can call me whatever you want but a lot of my friends call me cave man (said in French)." I looked at this 'Cave Man' and was like dude, why are you trying to be so mysterious, it's clearly not working for you! He finally said that his name was Brian and that he was from California but he's been in Paris for 6 years. He kept asking us these vague questions like what do you want to be when you grow up? (we had already had this discussion before he arrived so we weren't having it again). Then he asks what's the most interesting thing you've ever done in your life. Katie told him that she worked on a presidential campaign and he asked which, to which is replied, Obama. He starts asking her how she feels he is doing and she's like really I don't want to get into this with you and he starts ragging on Obama. We quickly changed the subject and asked him what was so interesting about himself. He's a graffiti artist and is here for his friend's showcase which was going on at the bar tonight. I really didn't notice anything like that was going on. He asked what was interesting about myself and I really couldn't think of anything so I just said that I tap danced from 3 to 18 years old and he goes, oh what was that 2 years ago, and I turn to him and go, no, I'm 21, to which he replies, oh so 3 years then. What an ass. I was tired of him at that point. He started talking about some weird political movement he was involved in but I just tuned him out because he was starting to annoy me. At one point he started talking about how he wished he was in New Orleans when Katrina hit so he could find dead bodies, melt their skin off and use their bones as some crazy piece of art. No lie. We were ready to leave when he told us that we had to go upstairs to watch this video about his artist friend.
We went upstairs and after standing around for a while the video finally started. It was about this artist and it just followed him around the city while he graffitied over stuff. It was really lame and they used a lot of fade out and fade ins it was annoying. I looked at Katie and she looked at me and we both were like, this is lame and decided that at the next fade out we were going to leave. The fade out never came and the movie finally ended. We left right after. We laughed at the hilarity of the evening all the way back to the metro.
Overall it was a fun night full of interesting characters. So the apartment door just opened up and it's only 4:19, way too early for Renee to be back. It ended up being Jean-Francois and some old guy (not sure who he is) carrying in furniture. They scared the crap out of me. I had no idea that they would be coming. I don't even know what they are doing. Although I think they just left...bizarre. School starts tomorrow, should be a fun time.
A bientot
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