One of my Italian coworkers just walked by wearing the shortest shorts I've seen a man wear since my previous life in the 1970s. It is really hard not to stare, which is why I'm writing my blog. As long as I focus on my blog, I will not stare at the short shorts...
On that note, I was unable to blog yesterday as I went to my first Parisian networking event right after work and didnt get home until close to midnight. There's a group called InterNations that puts events together for expats. Last night was 1/2 priced drinks and free canapes (less money on food means more money on shopping) in a snazzy hotel jazz club. Mirko, Brittany, Suzanne and I attended, and I was shocked by the huge turnout. I met a good amount of people from the United States, and was surprised to meet some Parisians as well. Apparently, breaking into the Parisian social network is like Ellen DeGeneres trying to break into a Sarah Palin rally. Almost impossible. You have to be "ïnvited" in.
The Parisian snobbery is one thing I definitely will not miss when I come back to the States. However, I did meet a typical Parisian guy (a little snobby and demeaning with the inability to listen to an American speak French without correcting every wrong accent/grammatical error) who showed me a completely different side when he exhibited an actual sense of humor and the ability to make fun of himself. Thank god!
Now I'm trying to digest my large lunch of quiche, bread (free from the boulangerie - can't turn that down), and Cantonese rice (made by a coworker). Seriously - why ARE French women so skinny?? I know mom, I will read the book...
Can't wait to have an early night in tonight!
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