OoOoOopera

Wednesday was Aurelle's birthday. After having been to the Louvre, which was a stressful experience in the morning, (running around trying to find everyone, getting back to class on time since I had a class immediately after), I got quite sick in the day (my day of 7 hours of class straight). I couldn't go out for Aurelle's bday. She had made a reservation at the ice bar in the 18th arrondissement. Sad, sad. Liz and I got her a cake and I went out after my classes to find a card but the mission was unsuccessful so Liz and I ended up using a postcard.

The next day I woke up at 8:11. Apparently, my alarm won't sound if my phone is on any other screen than the main screen- this I did not know, so the time I did wake up was 40 mins after when I should have gotten up. I usually leave by 8:20 latest... It's a 40 min commute.. SOMEHOW, stroke of luck perhaps, I ended up making it to class right on time! This happened the other day too, when I left 20 mins late and somehow made it right on time to get to class. I don't know how I was able to cut my travel time in half.

Classes in the morning, went home and slept a few hours. Julia had a ticket to go to the Opera that night, but she couldn't go because of a gallery opening so she gave me her ticket. At 5:30 I headed back to school for the info session on The Flying Dutchman & dinner. This is what I looked like:

Getting there was hectic. It was rushhour, so we were squished so much that my body was elevated between bodies and my feet didn't even touch the ground. Nassim and Clea were the only ones that managed to get on my train, everyone else stayed behind because the prospect of squishing into that car was too intimidating. At one point Clea said "Nassim this is closer than I hoped to get to you" and i looked over and they were pressed up against each other literally squished boob to boob. It was so funny I died laughing.

After the Opera, which was fantastic (my first opera!), Nassim, Andy, Iris, Janet and I sat down and shared a bottle of wine at a restaurant. Will, Brittan, and Ellen came to meet us. Then we went down into the train station and Priya, Carla, and Katie met us. We headed over to Pigalle which is a 5 min walk from where I live to go to Chez Moune which was recommended to Will by his french friends who also recommended the Brazilian place we went to last time. At first, it was pretty dead. So we decided to go to the corner store to get bottles of alcohol instead of paying 10 euros for some weak drinks. We drank it on a corner underneath Chinese lanterns. Classy. Next to us was a bar that reminded me of La Perle last weekend, with a ton of people outside and inside. After a drink we went back to Chez Moune which got a lot better, or maybe we were just a lot more drunk. Danced danced danced.

Now it's 11am and I'm hung over because I didn't get to sleep until dawn and I don't know what I'm doing up. It's cold. Very cold. Mmhm. Where is everybody?