nous sommes tous hors de NORMAL

Pic: Window at Printemps

The lights/window combination of super holiday spirit made the NYC Macy's look like a cheap ass strip mall in Colonia, New Jersey. haha. And as if that wasn't enough, Printemps is located right next to Galleries Lafayette with lights that practically made you holy on the spot (see pics). But of course the pics don't even justify the real time experience. The thing is, on the Pari-Roller, i skated RIGHT down this road (blocked off to cars of course) and right through the lights. It was like skating through my own personal winter wonderland/lets go "pneumonia" night of happiness!

The report from new years includes complete madness on my part. See I read the email quickly which stated it was a "black and white" party. Reading that combined with the fact that the dinner party I attended at the same place was too the nines with every detail so in my mind black and white immediately translated into "black tie" which mean't my friend and I needed dresses and fast. THe one i had in mind to wear was still back in nyc and my friend didnt have anything that dressy. We put together our best black tie wear:
me- velvet pencil skirt with elaborate black top
her - black knee length dress with v-neck
both of us dressed the outfits with pearls, black gloves and our tall heels.

we show up at the lobby and see some guys in jeans walking in. my friend said they must be with a different party.

so we arrive and about 2.5 seconds later realize that im a complete fool. black and white meant simply black and white. we were the nicest dressed people in the entire party and received many compliments about our style. haha.

Pic: Window at Galleries Lafayette

the food spread outdid the dinner party spread two gorgeous gays could ever prepare/order. I'm not even kidding that they served two HUGE plates of (well lets list)

1. two huge plates of fresh oysters
2. 20 kinds of french cheese and breads
3. homemade goat cheese bread
4. 1/2 foot block (at least) of fois gras (which costs like 100/euros an square centimeter
5. american style turkey and stuffing
6. 4 dessert trays
7. cake
8. a HUGE fully flavored salad
and if you think i didnt eat cause of all the cheese, you are WRONG my friend...
9. 15 differnt kinds of finger foods i cant even begin to describe

Pic: Oyster spread

the wine/champagne was endless. im not sure how the kitchen even held that much food. it was pure madness in the food department.
in the gay department it was pure goodness. The gays love to dine and wine. I met too many people. One straight guy who flew in from Prague (he's american) who told my friend and i we were the most "good looking females" at the party and there were at least 10 females (total) to choose from. I think a few were gay. Who knows but we ran into the "gay" females a day later in my hood. They totally recognized us. Probably cause we are the two tallest females in all of Paris. lol The tall thing is almost out of hand. I'm just too tall for life in general sometimes.

So the party ended at whatever time I cannot remember but we had a great time.

I must mention that my friend and I hit two crepes places while she was here. The first was my favorite and could do no wrong. There are many to choose from so the 2nd time we hit another one and it was the worst experience ever.

Firstly, the waiter fooled me into letting on that he spoke english. He brought out the "still" water. I quickly poured and my friend said "we have a floater" and i noticed a little black dot in her cup. Then upon inspection of the container, I noticed there were NOT ONE but THREE fucking insects FLoating in the damn thing. I tried to give it back to the waiter but another waiter intervened, hardly looked at the insects I pointed to and took it away quickly.

Then we ordered and it was no use epxlaining the bugs at this point. I ordered a crepe with egg and ham. She ordered a crepe with egg and sausage. I even POINTED to the item on the menu. Out came more water with MORE bugs and my crepe fully loaded with Cheese!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pic: Lights at Printemps

dammit. so we pretended to eat, then left. The waiter looked annoyed. We will never go there again. So we get back to the hotel and I immediately consult my buddy Mattheiu at the front desk about the experience. He explains how I should have ordred and how I should have asked his advice first for a restaurant cause his mom is from Brittany and "he" (aka, his mom) knows best. His version of english is beyond cute. HE then expressed complete PAIN that I could not eat cheese and I tried to explain its not all cheeses but only a few. The conversation was priceless:

Matthieu: You are only allergic to cow cheeses?
Me: Mostly yes, it depends. I am allergic to goat cheese as well and thats not cow.
Matthieu: No, goat cheese is cow.
Me: What? its goat no?
Matthieu: No, sometimes its cow.

My friend says she saw me crying with laughter trying not to laugh at that comment. In fact, I hardly remember the rest of the conversation because all I could think was how horribly cute he was to say that. I love that man. LOVE HIM!

These lost in translation moments are numerous. Just the other day, I left two bottles of champagne for my new landlord and his brother at his brothers apartment door in my new building along with a card. A few days later after I left a message hoping he got my "present" he called and emailed that he was so happy to recieve my "file". I was sure I didnt say file and even my boss at work didnt know what that meant.

We also got this email from the cutest most wonderful Hungarian from another work office in Budapest who went on and on about how sick he has been but he doesnt think its like last time when he was really sick and have to have his "almond" removed! He said he's sick again but since he no longer has his "almond" then he is ok! I had to ask what that meant and apparently its his tonsils! And in Hungarian, the word for the nut AND the organ are the same.

:)
I will stop here. too much already im sure.

Posted in: on Friday, January 4, 2008 at at 12:12 PM