Saturday, January 5, 2008

Holiday Recap

Christmas in the States

I was home for Christmas, and it wasn't a only in my dreams.

I got to see my adorable nephew Gavin. He's gonna be a real charmer. Little ladies are going to have to look out in a few years' time.

I fed him, I watched him sleep, I drove around with him in the back of the car and almost cried because there was nothing I could do to make him stop crying at the top of his lungs. Luckily, I never had to drive anywhere very far.

I ate out with the fam at a few different restaurants.

Here we are out at The 'back using up some much appreciated gift cards (Thanks, Gram!)

I saw a couple of good movies: Sweeney Todd and P.S. I Love You.

I had a great time with the Misuriello clan on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Great food, great laughs, great people. When they say that you can't choose your family, that only applies to blood relatives. You can choose what sort of family to marry into, and I have to say that my mom picked a helluva family for her second go 'round.

I also got to spend a little time in the warm(ish) air near the beautiful coast of South Carolina. I really do love to visit this place; my home away from home away from home.

New Year's Eve in Paris

I came back to Paris for New Year's Eve. I went with my friends, Jennifer and Christina, to a club we like right next door to the Moulin Rouge.

In fact, you can see the sign for La Loco just underneath the red windmill itself.

We met up for a little Beaujolais Nouveau beforehand at Jennifer's dorm room, where she debated whether or not to wear the bright red lipstick that matched her shoes (she decided that she should, it was New Year's after all) and Christina fretted over whether she had too much make up on. I, as usual, had only clear mascara and lip gloss. That is the extent of my personal grooming abilities.

We had a couple of drinks at the club, waiting for the crowd to arrive. Jennifer and Christina attempted to perfect the art of confetti throwing in order to take a picture of the little bits of paper falling. They did not succeed, but they did laugh. And they made me laugh too, when they startled me with a few wads of confetti in the face.

We had Champagne at midnight, threw our confetti for real, and headed to the dance floor- where people had finally started to arrive.

We danced on the techno and r&b floors of the club, avoiding weirdos and groping hands. I've never enjoyed myself so much at a club while sober. It was a completely new experience for me. The downside: we didn't quite have the stamina we would have had if we were totally wasted. We fizzled out the door around 3am, just when it seemed the rest of the world was trying to get in. Hey, I had just flown in from the States that morning and didn't sleep at all on the plane, so give me a break. And feet seem to hurt a lot more in mildly uncomfortable shoes when there is no alcohol to numb the pain.

All in all, it was a good time. Dancing, chatting with some adorable French guys, and hanging out with my meilleures amies. What else could a girl ask for?

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