A Very Frenchie Noël
After working at Dolly's Christmas Eve, (and after closing early because we were dead) I headed off to meet my friend Kévin to drive out to Grandville (near the American Cemetary) and spend that night and then Christmas day with him and his family. I was a bit nervous at first, but after a few drinks and the always expected questions about American politics, I started to relax and have a good time.
First, the champagne which lasts about an hour or so. Then the opening of gifts where i was offered a cute little wooden day calender by Kévin's family. Then we started on dinner at about 10:30, didn't leave the table till, oh, about 2:30. I kept looking at my watch thinking, I can't believe we're still eating at this hour. At home we start packing up to LEAVE at about 10:30. So after tasting some fried oysters, fois gras and some sort of sausage --of which you are not supposed to eat the skin because its the lining of the intestines and, yes, i ate that-- we got our groove on to some old French music that everyone but me knew the words to. Finally, Kévins sister put on some Micheal Jackson and I was right at home. Hits the sheets about 4 in the am...
After passing out chez his grandparents and having a delicious morning expresso, we got ready for another five hours at the dinner table. Turkey, real oysters (this I didn't try, but only because I've already had them and almost threw up because I felt them wiggling around in my stomach) and as usual, unlimited amounts of wine. I love that about France. Of course, wine's alot cheaper here too.