It's been a quiet Sunday, accompanied with a mild hangover and an unfortunate loss of my voice. I have finally caught the residential cold. I SAID DON'T GIVE ME IT...
Where to start? Well the kitchen ceiling fell in, again, and they still haven't fixed it, again, and there are mice, AGAIN! But we saw a wee mouse with a long fluffy tail and Eva thought it was adorable, but Sylvia wasn't so sure...
So last weekend... Well it all started 2 Thursdays ago where Hannah Mc, Hannah G, Anna, Katie and Marta all came to mine for some (rather hardcore) pre-drinking and some dubstep fun times. Whilst Katie was hanging out the window having a casual smoke, crazy lady shouted "FERMER LA FINETRE!" at us, in her usual weird "It's 1 minute past 10, I better shout at them!" kind of fashion, to which we shouted "NAW! POURQUOI?" back. She didn't say much after that, thank god. So after much beer, wine, more wine, and a half bottle of wine to take for the journey, we sauntered off to Est-Ouest - because we are lame and seem to have nowhere better to go. So, as always, we bought the metre of shots (WHY?!) and carried on drinking cocktails etc. It seemed clear we were pretty drunk, so decided it would be a good idea to go to the goulle (the night club). Wrong... Hannah and I didn't get in, we say we don't know why but we know it's because we were absolutely wrecked, so we shuffled and staggered off home. This is where the night took a rather exciting turn. I thought I'd just went home, went to bed etc, like normal folk do. The madness began when I woke up to discover what was the remains of spaghetti bolognese. I ignored this, presuming it had been my dinner from the night before. But then I remembered I'd had something else for tea; I'd came home drunk and cooked myself a meal. On a gas stove. That you have to light with a lighter. Vaguely, I could remember being a domestic goddess and put it behind me. Most of Friday was spent dying and eating, so that was fine.
Then Saturday arrived... Lisa, Martine, Anna, Mahi, Carola, Antoine, Katrin and I all went bowling, which was super fun, even though I was super crap. I was sitting having some tea and lunch before we left, when Lisa bounded into the kitchen, and laughed. What is so funny? I enquired. She said something back like "it sounded like you were having a good night last night!". Which was odd, as she wasn't out. Basically, to cut a long story short, I returned home about 4.30 am, so Hannah and I must have literaly CRAWLED home, singing in FLUENT French. Which is all very well, BUT I DON'T KNOW ANY FRENCH SONGS. I then apparently proceeded to start muttering and arguing, presumably with myself, in "a mad Scottish rant". It has to be asked; Where do I go at night? And what do I do? It was also assumed that the angry message left on the board about plates was probably from me to me, as I was taking a plate to my room. Can't say I'm not clever!
So we went bowling, went shopping in Casino etc, then the Saturday night banter again. It was off to Zoe's where I met a rather tipsy Lorna who just yelled "YOU'VE MISSED SO MUCH!" (and so I had - She had a boyfriend now?!), Zoe and Hannah G. We drank some wine (again) and headed off to the ERASMUS party, which was outside, so very, very baltic. We then bailed on that and headed to Est-ouest AGAIN!! Where we had more shots, more cocktails, and more banter. We went to the grand goulle, again, got in this time... but I don't remember much of it. It was also Roxanne and Kim's birthday weekends so everyone was on tip top form, i.e. on the floor, so that was that. Another stagger off home, and that was the weekend.
The week was fairly uneventful, but, inevitably, Jeudi Soir rolled round again and Hannah G and I bantered off to meet Marta, Katie and Hannah Mc at Marta's flat. After much drinking, random texting of boys etc, we went to... EST BLOODY OUEST. But Hannah never got in because for the first time in a billion years, we got I.D.'d and she had none. WHAT THE HELL, FRANCE? I had a burger from Quick, though - amazing!!
Friday night... Can you see where this is probably going? Est ouest, cafe des arts, all the ERASMUS folk out, followed by a cool electro bar that was inhabited by the under agers. Shweet.
Saturday night... E/O again... lots of cocktails... few shots... and the understanding that this is a "European Adventure!" and the agreement of "Big heels, short dress" night. We shall see! Zoe and Lorna have also admitted undying love for one another this weekend, and dressed in a typically English way - take a guess...
We then tried to go to the goulle, again, but got turned away because, and I quote, "We don't want foreign types like you in here". Thanks for the xenophobia, Poitiers :\
Also, French people have to get a grip on the fact that:
a) it is DISGUSTING that NOONE washes their hands when they come out the toilet.
b)The toilets are a DISGRACE!!
c) There are such things as toilet seats. INVEST IN THESE!
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