Today I had no classes. It felt pretty great. I made cookies, went to rock and roll dancing classes, took a stroll with a friend and had tea with another friend.
Rock and roll was super duper fun. Everyone was very friendly ("you're an AMERICAN?") and it's not too difficult. The closest thing is swing dancing. Le Rock should be mandatory for all American teenagers, because then dancing will be fun again.
However, it (the class) is half rock and half salsa. I think I'm going to attend the advanced classes for salsa because I don't want to spend a semester relearning the dancing the nice old men at the salsa clubs in Minneapolis taught me. Thank you Eduardo, Harvey, Eddie, Henry, Thomas, and The Man Who Wears A Fedora. Even if those weren't your real names, no sweat. I didn't tell you mine either.
There are a lot of dressed up people hand cuffed to each other wandering around Nantes tonight. Menotté Mardi? ("handcuffed tuesday?") Is that a thing here? If so, why? Saw three guys all handcuffed today. All I can say is, dude in the middle, life is gonna be tough. Bar hopping is no fun without hands at the ready. (wasn't that not a double negative? perhaps it was...)
Learned a stream of french swear words from my bestie from Allemagne. Give me a couple days practice and I'll be an accomplished potty mouth.
Story of the day: Friend got asked out by the postman.
Um...the "nice" old men at the salsa clubs in Minneapolis? Were we not at the same salsa clubs in Minneapolis?
ReplyDeleteI love you, you're delusional.
J.E.C.