WEEKLY RE-CAP

This past school-week was the most uneventful yet; and therefore, I will summarize my 5 days of class with only a couple of sentences. I did no sight-seeing, but classes went by crazy quick, even with an extra Friday to work with. I have a "solid A" in my Theology class. Steph, Vanessa and I have been exclusively funding the coffee-based income of a cafe about a block away from us. On Wednesday night, we decided to contribute further by having wine there as well. I went jogging 3 out of the 5 nights, so I was feeling extra fit. Now... on to the weekend...
On Thursday, everyone and their pets went to Le Mix once more. I wore the disheveled Christopher Kane dress, it has seen better days, but it allowed me to look like a glow-stick in the middle of a black-out at the club. This was cool, but sometimes made me feel uncomfortable because there was literally no way for me to hide from anyone. This Thursday night was particularly a zoo, at one point as I was trying to get through the sausage-fest with Steph, I felt 3 hands (probably belonging to different people, I can't imagine there was a three-handed man there) grab at my shoulders, neck and arm. Just as I thought I was going to finish the night without someone to canoodle with, I met a guy from Barcelona. This played out infinitely more favorable than with last week's fellow. Steph and I got home at 4:30 AM because we are simply crazy party-goers.
Saturday was composed of a lot of sleeping and in the evening a foursome of us girls went to Bastille to have (chug) some wine, dance, and hang out. Paris has got a lot of potential for epicly fun nights at the many clubs with awesome light-shows, good music, and spacious dance floors, but it seems like Parisians don't really take advantage of this because they are hesitant of looking stupid. Too bad that as Americans, we don't share this sentiment, and we fully took advantage of the space and expressed our American PRIDE. We went to a club that played solely late 90s hits (can anyone say B2K?) and was illuminated by little green dots encircling the dance floor. Another bottle of wine later, we went to a bar to have some tequila and fruity shots. After we were done ripping up Britt's (my) tights, we walked to meet up with Ricardo and his friends. We entered Wax... which is probably one of grimiest, skeeziest places I've yet to party at. The men there had no sense of self-restraint... not to mention they looked as though they could pull out a handful of crack at any moment from their pant-pockets. A lot of the night is a blur but at one point, we prayed for things which St. Vincent would not approve of, and we numerously pretended to be in one big foursome lesbian relationship to disengage from forceful guys. The night unwound in a cafe, where we witnessed a witness of a stabbing in the neighborhood run in and hyperventilate at our dinner table. We all tried to look infinitely concerned but couldn't help and laugh at the situation. Once Ricardo re-assured her the cops were there and all was well, she re-bounded with a smile and a couple of quick "desolees" and proceeded to sit down and eat dinner with her companions. The question marks would not stop floating above our heads... needless to say, we will not party at Bastille anymore.
Saturday night was the highly anticipated boat (!!!) party. After much sprinting however, we missed the actual cruise part of the cruise party. No big deal, it was still 20 Euro well spent, despite pre-gaming a little too hard, awkward guys, forgotten names, personalities, and faces and long bathroom lines... 2-floor boat, 3 pre-paid drinks, a lot of dancing and 1 cute bartender. And of course, a true night of drinking a lotta much cannot be over without the belligerent friend that makes hilarious drunken comments for hours, while we all question the projected countdown before the collapse of her vomit threshold... and oh yeah, a nice ol' dramatic cry on a boulevard by the Sienne with your best friend is necessary as well.
Today, we foolishly indulged in enough food to feed a small village, and at some point, mid-Nutella-crepe-bite, we decided we could all simultaneously pass out and/or puke. So we crawled back to campus in silence, probably all sat on Facebook for countless hours... and alas, we've got one last Parisian weekend to go! There is still so much to see: Versailles, the top of the Eiffel Tower, L'Arc de Triomphe at night, a hot air balloon ride... all while finishing up final projects and essays. This Thursday, we conquer Le Mix once more, because it has yet to do us wrong. And on Saturday is the reportedly epic Techno Parade, with a yearly attendance of some absurdly large number, like over 90000 ;) Until then, I must pretend to care about my grades once more and focus on some readings and writings.

P.S. Thank to Diesel I now know that "Getting it on on the first date is hot as hell." Thank you Diesel.