Gypsy Techno Jazz Rave

This morning I went to Catholic mass. The similarities to Lutheran church were great, except I failed to understand the sermon at all, and I said the Apostle's creed in english. But hey, the good Lord speaks every language.

Breakfast was toast (I've got this "apporte-moi un peu de toast" down flat. In english, "bring me some toast").

I successfully turned down cigarettes about five times today. It's not that difficult. Just tell people you have asthma. Their response (twice now) "Oh, so do I."

Silly me. What doesn't kill you makes you cough harder.

I then took a sieste this afternoon and overslept, nearly missing my date with my english friend (a lady friend, not a dude).

Sight of the day:
A guy jumped in the Erdre river in Nantes to the huge applause of all those watching. Clearly some sort of dare. He then struggled madly to get out, finally was fished out by his chums. He then took off his trousers, then underpants. Chucked said underpants into the river. Hilariously enough, the river patrol arrived and saved the underpants, and gave them back!

They were purple, and pretty sweet underpants may I say.

Went to a gypsy techno jazz rave on the riverbank which was sweeeeeeeeet. The pianist/DJ was very attractive. I saw the best dance moves ever, and some of the weirder hairstyles. Got invited to go clubbing by a GERMAN (my dance moves must have been pretty sick to get invited, I hear they really know how to kick it). I may take her up on that offer.

Bon nuit!