This was probably one of my favourite days/nights in Nancy.
After class, I ran away downtown to find something white for Nuit Blanche. I had gotten a shirt, but I wanted a white skirt as well so I'd be 100% decked in white. Luckily I found one.
Other than that, I basically spent the day preparing and headed to the other residence after dinner for drinking games with them and the Irish. I was particularly excited because I was drinking beer (I'm lame, you should know this by now). Christopher seemed a little upset that night and wasn't drinking or coming out with us. Him and I went outside and had a long chat about how he was fighting with his boy back home and were discussing self worth and how boys make things a million times harder in times where we're not sure of ourselves. It was a nice conversation and I think my insight about how I live my life/feel about myself help him to try and understand himself better. After that we decided to play Kings and it was a blast as usual. We had introduced the Little Man rule (where you have to knock him into your drink before drinking) and everyone was having a hard time keeping up with it.
While we were waiting for everyone to get assembled, we decided we needed to get a group picture with Clément, who (if I haven't mentioned in previous posts) was such a cocky bastard. Kayla had gotten a picture with him last year, so she wanted another for memory's sake. What I didn't know was that the previous summer, her and Clément had a bit of a fling going on. This information made that picture all the more entertatining.
As we were waiting in line to get into the club in Place Stan, Jessica went above and beyond our expectations and spent the whole time (probably half an hour) speaking in French. She was a little intoxicated and felt very inclined to maintain French conversation with everyone, no matter what. Most of the underagers were drinking that night too. So much so that India, a tiny Irish girl, was falling over way before we even got into the bar. I don't actually know if she made it through the whole night.
When we got inside, Stéphanie hooked us up with some free drinks because she knew the bartender and that was awesome. She got extra wasted that night and guys were all over her. That lady is a riot and I truly miss her antics every day. At one point in the night everyone was dancing on the couches and tables and I was just laughing. The tables were not sturdy at all and a few seconds after Kayla decide to get onto one, she fell right off. Luckily, I was there to catch her (no exaggeration).
I was a little peeved that night because one of the Russians was all over PH and (in case I haven't mentioned this yet) I had the biggest crush on him the whole time we were in Nancy. He was filming a lot of the night, but when he wasn't it was makeout fest with the Russian. My tears.
As we were getting ready to leave, there were a bunch of obnoxious guys at the front door who were being especially rude to us for no reason. One of them stole the flower right out of Katie's hair (he also ended up breaking a serving tray and running out of the club before he got caught). In retaliation of her stolen flower, Katie decided she was going to steal this giant candle from the club and carry it home in her tiny purse (said candle sits on the shelf above my closet in my mom's house). On the way home, we stopped at a pâtisserie who had a sort of walk-thru window open super late. We got pizza and it was delicious. We met these black French ladies who were just a riot and who were using their fabulous English skills on us, telling us how they travel often to the States.
Katie was really drunk so we took a little longer than everyone to get home. And in our drunkness, we decided to stop for Kebabs on the way home, too. We went into the Kebab shop and ordered our sandwiches and Katie just had to have a conversation with the guy behind the counter. He was Turkish and pretty amused (but also very annoyed) by Katie's antics. She was trying to order in French but was failing miserably due to her level of intoxication. As he was making our Kebabs, a few guys walked in and Katie decided to grab the Turkish guy's notepad and try to take their orders using his abbreviations for something things. She hadn't specified what she wanted on her sandwich so I think the guy made her the grossest one possible because she was being so annoying.
The night ended with an intoxicated Irish girl (Katie, obviously) spilling the beans on her love for Édouard.
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