How to have the 2nd* best weekend ever

The prizes aren't very "social".

Okay, there are a lot of things which are worse than being pressed against a wall at 2 am in a club in Paris and dance with that "kinda cute" guy to this blurb of electronic music while you reduce your thoughts on "Man, it's hot in here", "kiss me again, you idiot!" or "My top is too wide, can they see my boobs?" until you finally arrive at: "I just need another drink". 


Well, that pretty much sums up my Saturday night. But let's don't go ahead of the time, the weekend starts with FRIDAY.

Who doesn't?
Especially when you think of Rebecca Black.

We went to this bowling bar in a branch road of "Rue Oberkampf" a street which is famous for clubbing and bars. It was not very crowded and we went for a pool round or two. The girls were already playing when I arrived (I had a little misunderstanding on the phone with "rue de Nemours" instead of "rue st maur"). We played a while (of course every team I was in lost - because of my failure) and then they pointed out to me there was this guy at the next pool table who looked exactly like Pete Doherty. You know, "Kate Moss-drug-addicted, Libertines- lead singer"- Pete Doherty. 

In real life he was even more fucked up than he looks.

We googled, if "the real one" has got this tattoo on his neck. 

And he had.
OMG it was the "REAL ONE". Suddenly, we became really nervous (at least three of us) and wondered if we should go talk to him and ask for a picture. But I just couldn't. Because I have Libertines and Babyshambles-songs on my iPod. I couldn't. Impossible. Luckily, my courageous friend (love you for doing this FOREVER) who wasn't able to pronounce his name properly btw, could approach him /Thank you sooo much, Thea) and so we got this pic :) .


It was not much about him as a person or as a "VIP". It was much more about having the courage to speak to him and feeling like something special meeting "someone special". Although he isn't. He's rather fucked up. But we all knew this. At least he has a new girlfriend. Maybe she... okay, I'll stop speculating here.

I'd preferably move on to SATURDAY.  Christmas shopping update: I got ALL of the presents, finally... I am not revealig my secrets here so... Pssschht! We went shopping in a big mall, "Le Millénaire" outside the city centre. It was not bad. Really. And we got Subway gift coupons - that was awesome!

what I felt like

It's not THAT ugly... (compared to "Les Halles")

Saturday night was all about getting drunk and dancing and flirting and talking (for those who have boyfriends out there) in the "social club". Not very big, but very cool. And I have to admit, the music was more like a agreable background sound to me than the "main experience" of this "soirée" (like French people say it - Yeah, I'm fancy).

On SUNDAY, I dreamed that I slept until 4 pm. Fortunately that wasn't the case, or I would have missed our "Wichteln" (=to play secret santa) with "the guurrls". Which would have been a pity! Because it was sooo cute and we all were happy about our little presents.:) In reality, I woke up the first time at 9:30 and was actually so surprised that I fell asleep again until I got myself out of bed at 1 pm. ;) 

Lesson I've learnt: Never miss your 8 hours of beauty sleep, especially when you got wasted last night.


And the ultimate resolution of this weekend is: 

I WANT MORE OF THIS

I'ts not as easy as this in real life. You have to be a pro (like me).

PS: The bowling was also not bad, because I won and got like 3 strikes which never happened before so be proud of me and conserve and hallow this moment because it will never ever reoccur. Peace out.





















*Why the 2nd best? Because the weekend before was the best. My "He's like my best guy friend and we can talk about everything and we stay up all night"-friend visited and we took a billion selfies and went to a video game exhibition and stuff like that, so... That's why you can clearly see, I have to assign priorities. It's hard to compare, really. 

Getting Ready for Christmas

Just in time, on the 1th of December 2013 (can't believe that the year is almost over :O), I decided to bring on some Christmas mood in here. 

*turns on "Jingle Bells*

No, I'm kidding. But how do you get into that "Christmas Feeling" everyone is talking about when you're about 604 kilometres away from home and your friends and family are scattered across the world ? (like sugar sprinkles on a christmas cookie, badum tss!)
By the way,

Christmas: Level Over 9000

Step 1: Making Christmas cookies

It sounds easier than it is in real life. Just to get together all of the ingredients is a challenge. You'r lookig for baking powder? It's called "Levure chémicale". Don't be so silly mistaking "Levure boulangère" to be baking powder. But seriously, who could be that dumb? - Me. For all those "non-pros" in the world of French supermarkets (like me): Levure boulangère is yeast. 
And when you finally found all the ingredients, you have to struggle to put them into "one thing" without the kitchen utensils every mother has at home. Let's talk about measuring things without a scale or a measuring cup. (I used a table from the internet in which the values are converted to e.g."15 spoons full of sugar", to be honest)
My tip: Don't panic, if you don't find all the ingredients that are in the recipe (sugar, eggs and flour should be found), try to replace them if possible with things you find. My example: I took chocolate coating instead of hazelnut. 

I'm still not 100% satisfied with my decision, but who cares they look good, don't they?

Step 2: Decoration needed

Yep, back to the good old standards. Do some handicraft work with some coloured paper and cotton, and you get fancy little Santa Clauses, stars, snow flakes or Christmas trees. ("The Perks of working in a kindergarten"). 

Looking outside my window gets you into Christmas mood

Step 3: Watching the decoration others made

No further explanations needed. Just walk around the city and try to find some decoration that doesn't kill your eyesight because it's SO SHINY and isn't corny as hell. I know, it's hard, but there will be....anywhere. Avoid going on the Christmas market at "Champs Elysées", try to find smaller, local ones. Today, we visited one in "the ghetto" Pré-Saint-Gervais and it was pretty cute. With all the handi-crafted stuff and the little kids and the music. (The only thing, it was inside a market hall what kinda killed the atmosphere, and there was this terrible fish smell all over the place).

Even in the ghetto, there's Christmas feeling... ;)

Step 4: Christmas presents!

I don't have any by now. That's all there is to say. AHHHH! 

Step 5: Don't worry too much about it

Suddenly, while writing about it, I get this feeling that the idea of Christmas is just something we invented. Maybe to have some days off and celebrate, to offer each other presents and strengthen the economy with it. 

But after all, is it that bad, even if Jesus wasn't born 24th or 25th of December? Or if he never actually lived? I don't think so.
Because, what is bad about a celebration of love, the worship of family and being together and decorating everything nicely? It brings some light into dark cold winter nights. That's why I concluded...

My theory: Christmas was just made up by some desperate people to make them happier and get over their winter depression in the temperate zone.
Amen.

Nothing about the topic, just some people who were randomly roller blading
 past me when I wanted to cross the road. #Paris (yeah, I use hashtags, but it's ironic)