CAME BACK FROM THE BARS THIRTY MINUTES EARLY FOR THIS
SRS. FUCKIN. BSNS.
So tonight was cool.
I made myself an amazing dinner (avocado tomato salad and garlic mushroom pasta), then I met up with my friends for more (!) pasta and wine and beer in the kitchen.
We drank and jammed and got dolled up and went downtown.
Me, Bill, Jess, Julia, Alex, Camille, Fanny, Ines, Suzanne, and Martin.
First we hit up bouffay.
Holla at the french boys who love my accent (but please teach my professors to love it too oops).
And John McBurns, of course.
Then off we are to THE GAAYY BAR, THE GAY BAAAR. Shots, dancing, smokes, fake hotboxes.
Strangers on the street.
and TOO THE SINGING FRENCH BAR. I dont even fucking know what it was but I have to go back. We were halfway underground in the cellar, in the backroom, when all of a sudden french disney songs came on and we rocked the fuck out.
Post singing we went to Le Lieu Unique for a little bit of chill dancing.
And then we almost went to VIP, but alas, fornaughhtt.
Train ride back I talked to some of the NICEST people I’ve met since I’ve been here, two young french kids who really want to visit the US, and were not skeevy at all so shout out to PSY for starting that convo - OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!
and then TWO AM AND TOUCHDOWN
watchin the ball game :)
luv u nantes
IM WATCHIN DIS LYKE NOW
IF ONLY THE KITCHEN WAS OPEN
BUT TWO THIRTY AM IN FRANCE ISSSSS NADA.
tapeworm loves football