Alcohol, walking from one side of Paris to the other and
forgetting everyone’s names (sorry!). These three things pretty much sum up my
last week, or at least what I can remember from it!
I’ll first start with the alcohol. Freshers Week saw me pull
my first pint on the Bar Crawl which I must admit wasn’t half bad even if I do
say so myself. The offer of work was tempting but I think nannying is more my
kind of thing and the hours aren’t as late. I also prefer reading the Gruffalo
to speaking to drunk people any day! In terms of alcohol the free bar was also
interesting. I never liked Magners before Saturday night and I definitely don’t
like it now. Incidentally after drinking a few too many of anything the 7
flights of stairs don’t seem so bad and I tend to run up them. One of the
things I definitely regret in the morning.
I find walking from one side of Paris to another after a
night out certainly helps to clear your head after a night on a free bar
although some walks home were longer than anticipated. Never again will I think
it’s a good idea to walk from Le Marais to Invalides again, all I can say is
thank God for taxis. One thing that I definitely don’t
like about Paris is the creepy guys coming up to you asking where to find
prostitutes. I have taken to shouting at them in quite drunken poor French much
to the amusement of my friends.
I think the general consensus was that you could go up to
anyone if you were drunk or sober and introduce yourself. Now it feels a little
bit weird as I have forgotten most people’s names but don’t feel I can
re-introduce myself. I think that’s something you can only do in Freshers week!
All in all I think Freshers was my best week yet in Paris. Even
despite the velib handlebar shaped bruise on my thigh, I think this came from
Bar Crawl when we tried to see how many people we could get on one as I can’t
ride a bike so if it had come from another night I would be seriously worried! Now
is the time for the work…..well nine hours actually in Uni with Wednesdays and
Fridays off but you know what I mean.
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