"When good Americans die, they go to Paris." - Oscar Wilde

Sunday, February 27, 2011

God Evens Out the Playing Field

I'm updating via my BB because my computer crashed this morning. This weekend was very eventful, but I can't write a long post because this tiny keyboard is difficult to maneuver. This whole situation sucks, but my life has been going too well lately so I figure God had to mess it up so people wouldn't get too jealous. I mean, I'm in France with an amazing host family (who tried for hours to fix my computer), a loving boyfriend back home, and I've made a lot of great friends here. So it's all good.

Yesterday we toured three chateaus of the region. I will post pictures as soon as I have a computer again. Afterward, we ate dinner in Angers and went out to the bars. I fell down the staircase and into the arms of a French man. The most embarrassing aspect is that I wasn't drunk; I was simply a klutz who didn't see the last stair. But I'm sure everyone thought I was some drunk American girl. No worries.

After two LARGE beers and some sangria, I made it to McDoner (again) since Nikki wanted food. The man saw me texting my boyfriend and teased me, saying "Aw, I love you!" the rest of the night. So typical. We went home afterwards, but I stayed up 'til 3:30. I need more late nights like that one.

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