So here is our sad story. Last night, after a few drinks, we missed the last tram back to our house from the city. However, intent on getting home as quickly as possible to eat ridiculous amounts of leftover pizza and watch criminal minds, we decided to walk all the way back. This is probably a 1 and half hour walk, but it gets better…a friend let us borrow his sweatshirts, so basically because we were wearing skirts we looked like homeless prostitutes in oversize sweatshirts and no pants. But still intent on this pizza we started the journey around 2 am.  Things were fine up until about 30 mins into the walk when a creepy old man in an expensive silver car, who resembled Dr. Hannibal from Silence of the Lambs decided to stalk us. Driving slowly next to us and doubling back again and again. Absolutely not ready to die, we sprang into action; doubling back ourselves to throw him off and crawling low behind some tall bushes. We peeked out occasionally to see if he had given up the predatory hunt. After about 30 mins he gave up and we emerged from behind the bushes and ran to a more populated area. Here we met a nice young couple who didnt speak english but were apparently going in the same direction we were headed. CARPOOL. This was fine too until their GPS broke and then they didnt understand anything we were saying about where we lived. So long story short we were finally dropped off at a tram stop that was about 4 stops away from our house. Here begins the final part of the journey. We walked on the tram tracks for a good 45 mins in the pitch black with only our super strength for defense. lol. All the while knowing that if a magical tram ever did decide to come we would probably we flattened in a second because there was really no where to go on either side of the tracks. After 45 mins on the tracks we made it to our stop alive and without running into a single crackhead! Then we made the 10 min walk to our house. The sad part…after all this, once home, we were too tired and too anxious for any leftover pizza. 

p.s. dont try this at home

So, the crazy weekend has come and gone. On saturday morning I moved into my new host family’s house with Nathalie. The house is beautiful and big. I got a cozy little room on the third floor with my own little bathroom. The family is super nice, even though the young girl doesnt speak much. Her brother is sooooo attractive, hahaa but he has une petit copain and she is much loved by their family. The food is delicious and it is rude to leave the plate messy so i’ve been forced to eat everything and then use bread to literally clean the plate afterwards. helloo the semester abroad 15! fuck. Plus it doesn’t help that sunday is pancake morning! Everything has been really great so far, except for a little mishap I had with a large bee that somehow made its way into my closed room last night roughly around 5 am to harass me and scare the shit out of me. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing scarier than to be in a small foreign completely dark room with a bee flying around.  Last night our host mom took us out for drinks on the town and I am slowly becoming used to the long silences in conversations where we all try and translate and figure out who is saying what. She does not speak english very well or even at all, so its definitely a “cultural experience.” 

Me and my mamacita at LC Nightclub, France :)

 So in typical Bates fashion we RAGED saturday night. It started off in the hotel room, with free flowing bottles of rose, white wine, and smirnoff ice for Kathy’s birthday.  Pictures were taken of everyone looking fabulous in their going out gear and much to my regret pictures continued to be taken even after the drunky faces came out. too funnyy. Then it was on to LC Club. This club was super fun, it was packed and super hard to get into without paying the 17 euro cover-charge. But after a few sultry looks to the bouncer and a few whiny protests that we were hot american girls the bouncer let us in for free!!! success. the rest of the night was filled with French guidos, dancing on the stage, taking pictures with strangers and repeatedly sneaking into the VIP section and then repeatedly getting kicked out again.  There were a few mishaps towards 4 am involving  a guido being maced to the face and then chased through the parking lot by the huge black bouncer carrying a baton. And then of course the night cant end without your casual 14 year old boys outside the club trying to hit on us classy american girls. “Umm were lesbians, sorry”……except it didn’t even faze them one bit. Then of course the guido that had just been maced went for a go with his pick up lines. Like come on buddy your eyes are still watering from the mace, at least freshen up a bit before you come trying to get a piece of this. HA  Come 4:30 in the morning, my feet were crying out and i was way too sober to deal with anymore guidos and what i can only assume were crackheads.  Time to head back to home base. Great first night out!

LA BOULE, FRANCE

Headed out to the beach yesterday afternoon. It was cloudy at first, but our clothes slowly came off as the sun started to appear :p The hottest part of the day over here is about 3 pm, not noon. weird. 

So last night, we all went to the bar called La Maison…drunk as shit after our pre-RAGER in the hotel. I met some pervy French dudes who bought me beacoup de margaritas and if I do say so I spoke some very impressive French “je suis DRUNKKK”. Walking home from the bar wearing Max’s way to big orange sneakers, carrying my supposedly “comfortable” heels makes last night an epic success! 

so guess who just purchased plane tickets to Barcelona for their fall break with their best friend? oh shittt, i did :-) 

TEQUILA SUNRISE. just a casual pre dinner drink avec mes amis dans Nantes, France.  Then of course, hard cider with dinner then a bottle of rose for after dinner drinks. Living the life right now in Nantes. Forever is not long enough <3

Leaving for France TODAY!!! See you betches in 4 months.