brazilian nightclubs and market of fleas

Yesterday Carla came over with wine wine wine. Then we went to the 11th arrondissement near Oberkampf. We took a cab and our cab driver in his mercedes had a long discussion with us about American vs. French health care, government, and lifestyles. He discussed stuff I learned last semester in my Contemp Spoken class about how Parisians have 5 weeks total paid vacation every year and they want to profit and enjoy their lives and how when you get married here you get 500 euros per month for housing and if you have kids you get more money from the government and how Americans, especially New York, work work work work work and don't enjoy their lives.. Dinners last forever here, and everyone takes their time. We talked about the weather, about our lives. Its easy for me to discuss heavy topics because I have all the vocabulary for that, but when it comes to simpler things like formulating questions and recharging my phone I have difficulties. I was surprised that I comprehended the whole conversation and had stuff to add too. Cool cab driver he was. Very smart, very french. I told him I liked the French lifestyle more because I don't like to work.

We met up with Will, Katie, Andy and Carson at Popin, the bar we went to last time. The dance floor was open downstairs so we danced for a bit, had a few drinks, then Will lead us to a brazilian night club

In the metro

It was this huge club and we danced on tables. So sweaty, all of us, danced for hours until 3 or 4 in the morning. Carla and I found a secret back room and 3 bouncers came in to usher us out of there haha. I was pulled from the tables a few times, so we just danced on the benches and I fell down so many times.

No pics of the night club because I was a bit busy dancing. This is us after, waiting for cabs

Andy hailing cabs

Iris came over after we grabbed crepes and dropped Katie off at home and we watched True Blood and I passed out. Next morning we went to get breakfast. I had an omelette sandwich and tea.

We headed over to the 18th Arrondissement to the Saint-Ouen Marches Aux Puces (flea market). Kind of a sketchy area

I bought a few posters, some incense, a handmade barrette with colored pencils, and a secret book for Nick. It was made in Morocco and it's beautiful wood.


I bought some corn to get a taste of what Parisian corn is like (I'm looking at you Alessia and Sam). We used to eat corn every day in Shanghai for lunch. Comparatively, Parisian corn is hard like Shanghai corn, except it's not as chewy. I like Shanghai corn better.
The guy we bought posters from was like "You're nice." And I said what? he turned to Iris and said "She's nice", referring to me. He said "You're nice too, but I like Chinese."

Then I literally got cat called, as in a guy was like hey girl mua mua mua (kissy sounds) tried to lure me over like a cat.

Party tonight at my place!