“We will be drunk at 9 o’clock and saying ‘Je ne parle pas francais. Je suis desole!”
“Hey! I was about to have sex with your hippy friend!”
(on having fun:) “Getting drunk, getting pregnant: so not worth it.”
“Tabarnacle!”
So, between skiing, partying, freezing my ass off and making vague attempts at french banter, it has been a pretty successful week so far. I certainly could have written a longer blog post: maybe even in french… NOT. (see quote number 1, although i am told that my french improves when I am under the influence) It’s good to be back.
