Worst Night Of My Life, Followed By Best Day Of My Life
So I went out on Thursday night to prendre un pot with some friends. It was quite fun. We went to a bar in St. Germain-des-Pres owned by a Scottish man named Scotty. Anyhow, great night until I took the metro from Odeon to sketchy mcsketchsville St. Denis where I was supossed to take ligne 8 to Ecole Militaire. But no! J’ai ratté the last train… like legit chased it down the quai. In hindsight, had I not opted to get a slice of lemon tarte, I probably would have made it there in time. But that tarte was totally worth it.
So I went to wait for a cab with everyone else because like I said, it’s sketchy and it’s late. 11€ later and I’m outside my building. Make it up to my apartment only to realize that my host sister deadbolted the door! So I ring on the doorbell, repeatedly, like I was annoying myself with how many times I rang but no one answered. I ended up sleeping on the stairs of my building, getting up every hour to ring the bell again. It was one of those pathetic crying in the stairwell of the building moments.
Finally, I got in at 7:30 am and hopped into bed only to wake up at 10 am and run to work sans shower and makeup.
Now the best day ever: So I got home from work and did three things I’ve never done before and, quite honestly, never thought I could do alone… (1) Did my laundry (2) Made myself dinner (3) Slept in a house all alone without being afraid.
Thank you, Paris! Gros bisous!
