Queen of the Night

Last night, the girls and I went to Queen nightclub on the Champs-Elysees. It's a gay nightclub that has 70s/80s night on Mondays. Despite the fact we all had an exhausting weekend, we manned up and went to the club at the early clubbing hour of 11:30 p.m. It was very posh - akin to a Vegas nightclub. Apparently, it caters to the gay and the jet set crowd - oh, and American girls who love to dance to Madonna! Well, we spent about 2 hours dancing and enjoying the ''entertainment'' - gay French men trying to disco - and it was the best exercise I've had in a long time! Which was entirely necessary after the little dinner party we had pre-clubbing.

Surprisingly, I'm not dragging too much today after going to bed at 3 a.m. I was worried I was going to channel that Sex and the City episode where Carrie spends all night dancing and wakes up late for her ''40 and Fabulous'' photo shoot looking not quite so fabulous.

Last night was also the second night I spent in my new apartment. It's really adorable and modern Parisian, but it's very quiet compared to my Rue St Denis apartment. I guess I will just have to throw beaucoup des soirees Parisian!!

Speaking of French (well, speaking French), I had my first French class today. After 1 month here, I have learned rien (nothing), so I'm really hoping this class will expedite my fluency. The class is one level above me, but I managed to follow along pretty well. Except when mon prof de francais asked me to introduce one of my classmates and imagine the details of his life if I didn't know him. Well, the only thing I could think to say in French was that ''il travaille a Pigale (Moulin Rouge) dans un magasin et il vend des objets de plaisir." Basically, he works in Pigale - sketchy area - in a store and sells sex toys. Très gênant.