"I was watching MTV and there were girls dancing in suspended cages. That would be an ambivalent situation: 'I'm trapped!... but enjoying the music.'"
So last night I went out to dinner with the Yalie and the New Best Friend in France (kind of nice to finally get some of my friends together), after which we stopped at this little cafe on Ile-Saint-Louis for tea and hot chocolate (since none of us drink coffee), met up with some teachers from the NBFiF's school, and ended up near St-Michel at some latin bar, where we danced with random men until it was time to tear Yalie away from this French kid she had a thing for. It's ridiculous how fun the night ended up being - I am definitely resolved to stop spending my weekend nights watching movies. Of course, the one thing I regret from the evening was the lack of photographic evidence, especially of the Dominican who asked me to dance within 5 minutes of walking in the place. We were the ONLY people on the dance floor, I'm not a very good dancer, and he was a complete ham. Apparently, it was funny, as the people I was with were in stitches the entire time. Hilarity, I tell you; hilarity.
