French Word of the Day: pompiers (pomp-ee-eh)- firemen
I have homework, but this is ever so much more interesting.
Besides, it’s my mom’s birthday. I have to wish her happy birthday!
It’s been quite the eventful week.
Friday, everyone in the office (there are only 12 of us… yay poor economy!) went out to a Moroccan restaurant. The meal was paid for by the company to say goodbye to one of the women (coincidentally one of the two French women in the office), so everyone went all out and got expensive meals. Mine easily could have fed three people. We also got wine and coffee.
The coffee came with the best truffle I have ever before consumed. I immediately went back and researched where I could buy it, like any good journalist would do. They are on sale here. Note the Speculoos for sale underneath it. It’s like they can read my mind.
If I had known coffee always came with a present, I would have gotten a lot more of it.
Needless to say, the coffee-wine mixture was not the best for productivity. I can normally slam out 2 articles in the afternoon, but I barely wrote one. Luckily, no one was judging my slow brain.
That night, I did laundry WITHOUT BREAKING THE MACHINES!!!! It’s only taken a year, but I’ve finally figured out how to work them. I have clean clothes!
The next day was also awesome. I went to DISNEYLAND on Saturday. For all of you who are sighing, “Meghan, again?! Didn’t you JUST go?”
I went with French people. It didn’t count. This time I went with Americans. We got there when the park opened (none of us were hungover… which wasn’t true of the group last time), we left when it closed, and we went on 14 rides. We also ate a ton of candy and fast food. Because America wins.
No offense, French people.
I actually did get sick from the food. Apparently my body now hates grease and refined sugar. I would say that it hates chocolate, but it’s not allowed to hate chocolate. The girls I was with were all really nice and friendly, which helped because no one was mean or insisted on having her way. It made for a much better outing.
Sunday, I had a ton of homework, so I cleaned my room instead of doing any of it. I also went to Sam’s and watched the Wedding Singer with him while drinking mimosas. I have such a great work ethic.
If you had to write 150-200 words in French about Guy de Maupassant’s works, you’d probably procrastinate too.
My neighbor tried to play her tv last night, but I threw a pen at the wall. It was the loudest pen I’ve ever heard, probably because I have a lot of pent-up frustration towards her. Needless to say, the tv turned off. Violence every time!
I managed to save myself at work today by writing four articles (compared to Friday’s two articles… fail). After work, Théo and I met up for sushi. (I looooove sushi.) While we were there, a fire truck pulled up right next to us.
When they actually started running around doing things, we had to check it out. Normally, it ends up being nothing. Not this time. There was a HUGE fire. It was easily 6 apartments long.
The shiny helmet men were having a pow wow over the apartment plans, so I took a picture of that too.
So yes, never a dull moment in Paris.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go figure out something about Guy de Maupassant’s stories. The fashion and Aix-en-Provence pictures I promised will sadly have to wait.
Pain au chocolat count: 68