November 13, 2013
This blog is not real life. You know that, right reader?
I talk about this with les blogueuses sometimes. Our sites filter our lives through a hazy glow of food and fun and travel and beauty and all the good things in life. The truth is, of course, that I have a nine-to-five where I sit at a desk and type a lot. Most of the stuff that shows up here is squeezed around the demands of being a capable adult.
There are some times, though, when it feels like I’ve dropped out of real life and into some bizarre, richly-colored parody — a cross of Hollywood movie magic and the sparkling glamour of Paris. This was one of those nights.
There was a house party. There were two bars. There was a party bus, and a case of champagne that disappeared in half an hour, some of which was, of course, spilled and had to be mopped up with a silk scarf. There was singing of Queen and lots of blurry photos.
And, undoubtedly, there were hangovers and a hard return to reality the next day.
July 5, 2013
Earlier this week, I was lucky enough to be invited to have drinks with what turned out to be a huge group of the darling women of the Paris blogging scene.
The event was spearheaded by the intrepid Meg, who managed to make getting twenty-some friends together in the same place at the same time look easy.
April 28, 2013
Can you believe that after having lived in Paris for over a year, I had never once had a picnic by the Seine? How lame is that?
What better excuse to break my streak of lameness than a dear friend’s birthday? I gathered with a group of some of my favorite girls to celebrate Sugared & Spiced‘s special day.
It couldn’t possibly have been any lovelier. Clear blue skies and a warm golden sun glinting off the river speckled us with light. Our big red picnic blanket (and, no doubt, the gorgeousness of the girls I was with) inspired many tourist photos from the street above the quai.
December 17, 2012
This week I learned… something… about restraint… or knowing your limits… or something like that. It’s all kind of a blur really.
So what happened is that my French class partners, Tríona and Oisin, invited me to something called “12 Pubs of Christmas.” Basically, the goal was to hit up twelve different pubs in twelve hours, drinking a beer at each one. We started with a lovely brunch at Tríona and Oisin’s place, where we all looked bright-eyed and chipper in our Christmas jumpers.
Each pub had a rule, such as: you must wear a Christmas jumper, or drink with your non-dominant hand, or not call anyone by their real name. Penalties for rule-breakers included drinking shots and doing Irish dances. Keep this sober, late-morning photo in mind. We degenerated quickly.
I think part of the thing I learned was something about not starting out too strong. There were two options you could choose from to fully participate: drink one pint at each pub (A-team), or one half-pint (B-team). Note that, in Paris, what they call a pint is really 500cl, so the A-teamers would be drinking a total of six liters total. I decided to start out on the A-team, then kick down to the B-team eventually. That decision was my downfall.
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