Well, tonight has been a learning experience.

Things I have learned tonight:

1. Going out to bars with nerdy friends is more interesting than going out to bars with non-nerdy Smith friends, even though there is more dancing in the latter scenario.

2. Tequila is nasty.

3. Tequila makes me much more willing to tell off and/or smack creepy guys who sexually harass my friends.

4. Telling off and/or smacking creepy guys is, actually, really entertaining. Much more entertaining than watching drunk people dance. It was kind of distressing that there were so many creepers, though.

5. No really, tequila is nasty.

6. It also makes me more willing to befriend random (non-creepy) punk guys who, like me, have missed the last Metro and have to find a night bus.

7. There is an interesting phenomenon on Paris night buses, which usually consist of a small number of crazy people and a large number of tired, drunk, essentially normal people. The normal people band together and actually talk to each other, even if the conversation is limited to "Oh god I don't want to share a bus with these crazy fucks" and "Shit, was that Saint-Lazare? SHIT, I just missed my stop." Even this small amount of conversation is completely abnormal for public transportation, and thus quite interesting.

8. Tomorrow we get to do it all over again, except tomorrow is Gay Night. Which, I hope, means fewer creepers. And more opportunities to hit on people I find attractive. (Seriously, I know being attracted to men is the exception more than the rule for me, but it's still kind of sad that there was ONE guy I would've hit on in the whole bar. And he had an equally-bangable girlfriend. Alas.)

Well, tonight has been a learning experience.

Things I have learned tonight:

1. Going out to bars with nerdy friends is more interesting than going out to bars with non-nerdy Smith friends, even though there is more dancing in the latter scenario.

2. Tequila is nasty.

3. Tequila makes me much more willing to tell off and/or smack creepy guys who sexually harass my friends.

4. Telling off and/or smacking creepy guys is, actually, really entertaining. Much more entertaining than watching drunk people dance. It was kind of distressing that there were so many creepers, though.

5. No really, tequila is nasty.

6. It also makes me more willing to befriend random (non-creepy) punk guys who, like me, have missed the last Metro and have to find a night bus.

7. There is an interesting phenomenon on Paris night buses, which usually consist of a small number of crazy people and a large number of tired, drunk, essentially normal people. The normal people band together and actually talk to each other, even if the conversation is limited to "Oh god I don't want to share a bus with these crazy fucks" and "Shit, was that Saint-Lazare? SHIT, I just missed my stop." Even this small amount of conversation is completely abnormal for public transportation, and thus quite interesting.

8. Tomorrow we get to do it all over again, except tomorrow is Gay Night. Which, I hope, means fewer creepers. And more opportunities to hit on people I find attractive. (Seriously, I know being attracted to men is the exception more than the rule for me, but it's still kind of sad that there was ONE guy I would've hit on in the whole bar. And he had an equally-bangable girlfriend. Alas.)

Nobody expects--!

So, just to set the scene: last night involved tequila, dancing, punching creepy guys, being promised that my friends would get me laid tomorrow at Gay Night, coming back at 2:30 in the morning, RPing gay Frenchboy sex on AIM, and finally going to bed at five in the morning.

Today, I was woken at 2:30 in the afternoon by the doorbell. I heard voices in the living room, figured it was probably host mother with her daughters or a friend or something, and lazed around for a while longer.

At 3:30 I finally emerged, unshowered and mildly hungover, in jeans and a grubby sweatshirt... to find two Catholic priests in the living room talking to my host mother.

I DON'T KNOW EITHER OKAY.

Also, host mother admitted she was wrong twice today, in the space of half an hour. Maybe the priests gave her a talk about human fallibility or something, but I think it's more likely that I have been sucked into an episode of the Twilight Zone.

Nobody expects--!

So, just to set the scene: last night involved tequila, dancing, punching creepy guys, being promised that my friends would get me laid tomorrow at Gay Night, coming back at 2:30 in the morning, RPing gay Frenchboy sex on AIM, and finally going to bed at five in the morning.

Today, I was woken at 2:30 in the afternoon by the doorbell. I heard voices in the living room, figured it was probably host mother with her daughters or a friend or something, and lazed around for a while longer.

At 3:30 I finally emerged, unshowered and mildly hungover, in jeans and a grubby sweatshirt... to find two Catholic priests in the living room talking to my host mother.

I DON'T KNOW EITHER OKAY.

Also, host mother admitted she was wrong twice today, in the space of half an hour. Maybe the priests gave her a talk about human fallibility or something, but I think it's more likely that I have been sucked into an episode of the Twilight Zone.