October 4th

Thirsty Thursday, the American day of happy hour and the French day of clubbing. For me it was a mixed bag and a long night. Thursdays generally aren't bad days; I have class at 11:30 and then I'm done for the day. The only thing that sucks about Thursday is lunch. The cafeteria opens at 11:30 am and closes at 1:30 pm. So when you are me, a person who has a class that ends at 1:00pm, you have limited time to eat lunch. Today was horrible. By the time I reached the cafeteria almost all the food was gone. The only "fresh" station left was the burger area. This was mistake number two, mistake number one was eating Mickey D's last night. I tend to choose fresh food over stale mystery meat thus I had chicken and fries for lunch. After lunch Paula and I went on a mis-adventure. We were trying to find a liquor store since the super market didn't sell the most delicious alcohol known to man, Jagermeister. According to Paula's I-phone, or google maps, there was a liquor store by the loading docks of the St. Nicolas quarter. There was just one problem, it was a half an hour walk away. That didn't stop us. What did stop us was not finding it. What a pleasant moment that was. In reality we found it, sort of. There was what seemed to be a warehouse with the same name as the liquor company, but it didn't look like a store and the google map said that it wasn't it. We followed the map, under my persistence, which turned out to be a dance hall. Paula was not pleased with me. We decided to just go back to St. Nicolas for two reasons; first we had class in an hour and a half, and she needed to pick up a package from the post office. So no liquor store. We made it to the post office in plenty of time, Paula was worried that it would close, and made it to class as well. On the way home we swung by the market place where I bought some Malibu coconut rum. It's no Jagermeister, but it is rather delicious when mixed with some Coke. My third mistake was dinner. Paula told me a few days ago that she and Kate had found an old American style fifty's diner near St. Nicolas. What intrigued me was the fact that they sold milkshakes; steak n' shake I will always crave your banana chocolate shake. I had agreed that we would eat there for dinner on the night of the American party at club Forty One. That was mistake number three. My meal consisted of a banana rich chocolate shake with a barbecue cheddar bacon (ham) burger and fries. It was delicious. I scarfed it down, mistake number four, in about fifteen minutes. A few hours later I was dressed and ready for the American party with two waters bottles of a Malibu cola mixture. Ah Malibu, yummy but notoriously deadly. Mistake number five. My last mistake was going to the club because I ended up on my knees in the forty one bathroom. Damn I hate myself sometimes. I do listen to my body most of the time, but sometimes I just say screw it. That's when I up losing both food and stomach fluids for most of the night, sigh. I went home after that. I took care of myself most of the night, I'm pretty experienced in that line of work, and told myself once again to watch my diet. Ah well, I was bound to be sick in France sometime, guess it happened sooner rather than later. 

P.S. I am perfectly aware that I posted this on the internet for all to see. My reasoning, memories are memories both good and bad.