l'Ecosse and the Metro

Last night, I went to a bar by the PIP to watch the France v. Scotland game. Och Aye was it great!

We all liquored up (demi-fraise for moi: half beer, half strawberry syrup) and watched front row as France dominated but Scotland eventually won on the big screen.

I learned some new words from the guys at the next table (as well as the proper pronunciation for "bordel"), and then I got happily on the metro to go home.

While I was standing there, holding onto a pole and utilizing my bitch face, I noticed a Scotland fan in kilt and jersey. He was so drunk his eyes were unfocused and he could barely keep his balance (while seated), but he was still talking to the Irish man next to him. A beautiful Parisian woman leaned over to ask him, in French, who won, and I told her it was Scotland. The Scot murmured something about how he didn't know how, and how he had been thrown out during halftime, and something about "fucking Frenchies," and I translated some of it for the French lady. The Irish man listening to the Scot complimented my French, and I thanked him. The Scot kept muttering to himself in his crazy brogue, and I tried to stop staring at his wine-stained shirt.

When I got off at my stop, the Irish man and I started walking together, and we got to talking about where we were from. He was an Irish guy with an English accent living in Paris, and working in advertising production. It was a totally uncreepy and pleasant walk home, and I left him at his hotel and went right into my building.

It was nice. Not everyone who takes the metro tries to rape you with his eyes.

Tomorrow I have an enormously huge interview for my future internship in November. The company I'm interviewing with is pretty well-known, and even though my supervisor is American, the whole job is (hopefully) in French. That means I need to go over all the vocab tonight, as well as remember to bring my portfolio and CV tomorrow. Of course, all this is scheduled for right after a 5 hour cooking class at one of the professor's houses, so I will also have to bring my entire outfit (suit? collared dress? I can't decide) with me and hope I can get across town in 20 minutes.