A night on the town

It was so hard to work today! I skipped my super-boring 'political issues' lecture and got a croissant instead, then had my cool but overwhelmingly fast-speaking 'political issues' conférence (can't remember what it's called in English -- basically the discussion aspect of the class), then got engrossed in a conversation about American politics and skipped French. Oh, and I spilled hot coffee on a friend.

On the upside, I hung out with this French girl from my class, thereby breaking down the barrier between the locals and the internationals a bit. She's like 21 and still pretty idealistic about things. It's pretty cool really, it's not that great to be jaded. That said, I feel old. I'm at least 3 years older than most of the people here, so while I would be young for grad school in the States I'm really pushing it here.

But I've managed to keep my reputation as the party guy, of all things. Tonight one of the French girls from my program was performing (she plays bass) at some random, packed dive bar that I would love to go back to, and although I couldn't get anywhere near the stage it was good fun to peek at her through the crowd from time to time. Who knew traditional French music would be such a draw?

Later, on the métro the guys I was with and I started talking about some of the silly/crazy things our moms had done. This girl standing next to us then asked us if we would please temper our raucus laughter with a few stories about things our dads had done. Despite this odd opening, we ended up talking about tout et n'importe quoi (anything and everything) all the way to our destination, the infamous Favela Chic.

When we got there it was already pretty packed, but people were still coming in. Like the evening there almost exactly a month ago, it was a great mix of sexy people and bartenders, pop and brazilian music and random hiphop. Do you need a sign that it was good fun, besides the fact that I'm posting this at 3:45 am?

Good clean fun, lots of dancing, a few drinks -- a successful Friday night if you ask me. Not much of substance to blog about, sorry gang, but it was tons o' fun.

Jeez, I should be sleeping or doing work. I'm such a slacker!