Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Few quick stories part 2

Three random stories to share.

Today I finally got off my butt and went to Shakespeare for trivia night for the first time in a while. While I was walking I passed a restaurant and all of the sudden everyone started yelling. "One two three, vivre Algerie!" they started walking up the street waving Alergian flags, chanting. I saw them in Comedie, the central square in Montpellier, a little bit later. It was nuts, there were guys who had climbed the statue, a huge crowd of people, some guy driving around a sushi delivery motorcycle and honking, cars going around in circles full speed, police officers supervising (I think...?). As always: in conclusion this country is so weird.

Picture I stole from facebook:


Story two:

Almost a week ago I went to a morning get-together that one of my R.I. profs had organized between us and students at another university. "You'll see, they're good kids, serious students, nothing like Paul Valery (once again, joke school around here)." First of all I'm an idiot and for some reason thought that it was in the evening, so I didn't have my alarm clock set. I got a phone call at 10: "You better get your a** over here if you want to come." Oh...shoot. I got ready in two minutes and ran out the door, and ran to the school.

We got there, we had our awkward hellos, got grouped up and started talking. We were standing around and one of their professors walked over to my group "so, what do you think of French boys?" And they all stood there in anticipation. Ummm...

The girls decided to rank the guys in the room by attractiveness. "Which one do you think is hottest?"

Umm... me and the other American looked at each other. They proceeded to walk us around the room, introduce us to every male there, and then they asked us once again, now that we were properly prepared to make an educated judgement.

Umm... that one guy with that thing in his hand. "Oh! (insert name here)?!"  "umm...yes, him."

Story three:

A few days ago I was waiting for the tram and I heard the people trying to buy tickets out of the machine speaking English. "Wait, how do we do this, the button won't work." I went over and helped them.

"And which way is the comedian?"

"Oh, comedie? It's that way."

I felt somewhat like a local. :)

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