On Friday evening I went to my old French tutor's apartment for an apéro. I was warned beforehand that for the duration of the evening only French would be spoken. Given this tidbit of information I almost declined the invitation but I knew that it would be good practice for my time spent in Paris. As promised only French was spoken as soon as I entered the apartment and the bad news is that I only understood about 40% of the conversation and even that may be quite generous. Even worse I was only about to express about 20% of what I wanted to say in French. I did learn the following phrase to prevent illness when drinking wine by the gallon in France:
"Blanc sur rouge rien ne bouge, rouge sur blanc tout fout le camps"*
Overall though the evening was enjoyable and entertaining. I always enjoy hanging out with an international crowd because the vibe is usually so laid back and welcoming. I don't know what it is but I usually feel more comfortable in my skin when I hang out with such a crowd. Hopefully I'll have the same type of positive experiences once I get to France.
*Translation: White before red nothing moves, red before white everything goes to hell.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Le Rendezvous Chez Marie
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That's funny - I always follow white with red. Start off with white as apéro, or with the entrée, then move on to red with the main course.
It's going back to white after the red that does me in.
You learn something new every day I guess. I used to just drink my wine with reckless abandon white then red then white again and vice versa. No wonder why my body never wanted to get out of bed the next day.
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