Justin came to Millau last weekend for Mr. Gil's party. Mr. Gil is one of the people who works in Christina's school system, and he invited us to his bi-annual academic party last time Chrisitna and I were at Inspection and he called in a favor to get her in to see the dentist at the last minute (remnants of their bad trip to Barcelona a couple of weeks earlier). Anway, March 31st finally arrived and Christina, Jed, Justin and I all caught a ride with one of the other assistans, Anna Maria, to St. Georges Luzecon (Louis-san-son). It was so much fun; the French really know how to have a good time. There was lots of crazy French dancing, and a dj playing terrible music. The party was also a dinner, and everyone brought some kind of dish, so really it was a glorified pot luck (Christina made a French version of potatoe salad that was really good). There were over 100 people there and we had a really fun time. Anna Maria took Jed and Christina home earlier than Justin and I wanted to leave, so we caught a ride back to Millau with a guy we had been talking to earlier in the evening. I spoke Spanish with a guy from Cuba who now teaches in France, and practiced my few French phrases, like "I don't speak French" and "I am American," the last not always met with a smile. I got this great video on my camera of Justin and some random French guy (the one who didn't like that we were Americans) dancing to some kind of French polka music while simultaneously drinking champagne. If there is a way to get it on this blog, I will do it. It's hilarious and awesome at the same time.
Anyway, we didn't really do anything the next day and Justin and I finally made it out of the chalet around 5pm to have some dinner before he caught his 8:40pm bus back to St. Aff. Somehow, after eating pizza at Pizza Miam Miam (idiotic name, great pizza) and talking to some Irish rock climbers in there, we stopped by the Bodeghita for a glass of wine before going to the bus station. Next thing we know, Justin has yet again missed his bus. We made it back to the chalet around 11:30, then stayed up until 4 am. Justin had to get up at 6 to make his bus, which was imperative this go-around because his first class on Mondays is at 8:30am. I think he was unhappy to get up because he was making a lot of noise, and I am sure it is unnecessary to say that I did not offer to walk him to the bus station this time. I heard later that he ran 10k that afternoon. My only explanation for this is that he is 22.
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