- A lot of people have asked how my thanksgiving was being in a country that does not celebrate it...so we did celebrate within our own american ghetto here in Versailles...and the French cooked for us:
so my day started out with no classes, but i was up early finishing a paper that was due at noon. Technical difficulties as I wrote in crappy microsoft works and then I had to convert to word to print out at school. Graphics were going haywire during the conversion, so that put me in stress.
Then I did laundry...
At 730 all of the students, professors and our 2 administration workers, along with a few other guests were invited to a dinner at a local restaurant. Everything came as seperate dishes. and the first wine we had was very good but I never found the name, it was pretty sweet-as in the taste. Our main dinner plate was quite dissapointing however, we were served mashed potatoes (which is a fav but not as good as at home) and some meet from a bird of some sort, they do not have turkey here so we figured goose?? it was not chicken. and the dessert was pumkin pie...it was weak, the thickness of the pie was less than an inch and it was long and it did not come with cream or any sort...bummer. After coffee they turned off the lights and on with the black lights and a dj started spinning random spanish music??? I was kept entertained by mimmicing other dancers, its a game julie and I created. Most students went to this bar afterwards in hope to find fun but it was not...I got a call from home during this time and I spoke to all of my family including my grandparents and aunts. They must think I am using parents money partying all the time, cuz i told them I was outside a bar...if only they knew...
shandar | 10:01 AM
| comments
...............
...............