Friday night in Paris

Last night I was out in the city exploring Parisian clubs and bars for the first time. A few friends and I went to Place Monge and it was so cute with the lights strung above the narrow streets and it was crowded with people. First we went into a club and it was nothing like in the big D. We went underground like into a cave and it was small and packed! The music was like toxic and applebottom jeans and umbrella. I thought it was hilarious how almost every Parisian in that club knew the words to those songs and became crazy excited when they came on. They were old, overplayed songs for me, but it was refreshing to hear something that I knew and could sing to. One man probably in his late 20s or early 30s tried to dance with Jenn and then me so everytime he came around to dancing on us we stopped dancing. Finally our friend told him we weren’t interested and he needs to stop creeping and move on.

After the club we went to the Student Bar for a drink and we ordered some fruity tall drink for all four of us. There were glow sticks in it and marshmallow like candy. It was 25 Euros but we thankfully split the price between the 4 of us and it was worth it! After the bar we walked around some and finally went to the Mayflower and they had one last beer before we ended our night. We met up with a man from Quebec and was absolutely hilarious! He was very friendly and just out for a good time so he decided to tag along with us.

Random: I’ve noticed that many Parisians roll their own cigarettes because it’s cheaper to do so than to buy the pack of cigarettes.

When we were leaving we found our bus stop and everyone was going to take me home first so we waited for the bus that goes my way first. The first bus didn’t even stop; It just kept on going. The next bus didn’t stop either. So we went to the bus stop down the road to try and get on it even though it went the other direction but still it would take us closer to someone’s apartment. For the first time in my life I had to ask myself this question, “How do I get home?” We were in the thirteenth arrondissement and I live in the tenth. I was 45 minutes from my apartment (taking the metro but the metro was closed at this hour in the night) and the other people were only about 10 minutes. I felt bad that they were going to make a long journey just to drop me off at my apartment at 3am. They would not have gotten back until about 5am. So I decided to spend the night at Stephen’s apartment because he was the only one who had contact solution and he had 2 extra beds for his roommates who have not arrived in Paris yet. At this point I was stressed about not being able to let my host mom know about this but yet relieved that I could finally take my boots off and have a place to sleep for a few hours.

I slept for about 5-6 hours then got up and took the metro back home safely. The shower felt amazing and now I’m here writing this blog with the best coffee in the world.

My host mom is amazing at cooking and almost every night she has cooked. Only one night did we go out to get a pizza. The first night we had pasta with meat. The second night we had quiche and potato soup. The third night we had pizza. The fourth night we had chicken with cream and a salad with an amazing dressing and rice. For dessert we usually have yogurt or pudding. The PUDDING IS AMAZING!

Random: I’ve also noticed almost everyone wears BLACK. All black. Little color.

After a good Friday night in Paris I don’t know if I will go out that late again. It was quite an experience and I hate that my friends live so far away in this city. If I wasn’t so far and it was walking distance to my house I would experience the night life much more, but I have a feeling that site-seeing during the day is more my thing right now. When I return to Paris in the future, I’m sure I will know my way around better and go out more in the evening. I’d much rather be well rested and go out all day seeing the sites of Paris. I love exploring and I want to SEE Paris.