And here we are with a night of too much beer in Strasbourg, France.
As always, spelling, grammatical, factual, and emotional
errors have been preserved from the original journal. Today’s comments are in
red.
29 Mars 1998
What a weekend. Strasbourg
has to be one of my favorite cities in Europe.
It’s the best of German France. Known as Alsace-Lorraine to the educated among
us. La Petite France. Great company. We went to visit Andrea’s host brother
Akky (spelling?) He goes to University
of Strasbourg. Friday we
got there about 5pm. We picked up Seck (still can’t figure out his name.) and
went to a restaurant/bar where we ate flamkooke which is really a thin pizza
type thing & is excellent. Drank some beer. Then we went to a birthday
party – Jacques & Matthew, I believe. It was pretty crazy. I only recall
bits and pieces. Lots of beer. Losing a chugging race. Putting U2 New Year’s
Day On. Then having Pogues and Ash. Not mentioned – the host getting mad at me
for changing the music. Claude. Can’t believe that one. making out with
strangers I can’t believe Andrea & Matt found out. I’m embarrassed. I
don’t remember smoking, as Andrea later informed me I was doing. I do remember
tequilla. I remember meeting Olivia, who was all over Andrea. Quite strange. I
remember the guy who looked like Scott Anthony, though I don’t know his name. I
remember the gnome and the big kinder eggs and the answering machine present,
which was a great idea. It was a garden gnome – someone had given it to one of
the guys as a birthday present. I think it was some kind of joke. I still
remember the gnome. I passed out as soon as Andrea made my bed for me. I don’t
remember that.
Next day, walking around Strasbourg. Felt like shit. It’s a great
city, it really is. I wish I could have enjoyed it more. I almost puked and
passed out, while walking around, after we visited the cathedral. excessive
misuse of commas in that sentence The cathedral was amazing. It had this
awesome clock inside. I didn’t like the skeleton at that top, though. That was
creepy. But I felt sick even before we walked up and down the 330 steeps in the
spiral staircase. The view was worth it. Perhaps the building that stood out
the most was the European Parliament building. It looked like something from
space. After we climbed down, that was when the sickness was at its peak.
Andrea got me some water from the Haagen Daas store. I wish I could have had
ice cream. Bailey’s. Anyway, after that I felt ok. We bought postcards and saw
an anti-Front Nationale demonstration. Front National is the rightwing,
racist, extremist party of France.
Think Tea Party with better food. Then we walked to La Petite France. It was
an incredible day – warm, sunny, all the things you could ask of a spring day.
I tied my fleece around my waist, leaving nothing but a mere t-shirt to block
the spring air from my body. We got bratwursts. We had coffee at a café in a
square on the terrace with a fire juggler as entertainment. I had Coke, but I
didn’t drink it. I was doing the withdrawal shivering thing in response to the
alcohol finally leaving my blood stream. Claude was there. I didn’t look at
him. Mostly because I felt inferior. I didn’t want him to be like what the hell
was he doing. I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. I wish I would have talked to
him. We looked at CDs. We shopped for wine and cheese. I bought Tropicana Pure
Premium. It made me feel better, but then we walked around forever. But it was
a great day. We ate French fries at akky’s. Lots. Then everyone came over for
wine and cheese, mostly wine. I had none. Andrea had a bottle and a half. She
was flirting with all the guys but denied it. I was bored and tired. But it was
funny. I told her how I thought the Matt thing was annoying Friday. I hope
she’s not mad. She pretended not to be. I felt drunk Saturday night though I
hadn’t touched a drop.
We got up at noon Sunday. I could have slept longer. But now
I can’t sleep at all, and it’s one o’clock am. Akky drove us home. Nice change
of pace. He’s a really nice guy, very thoughtful and considerate, funny, tidy.
I find it difficult to believe those guys were from Luxembourg.
1 April 1998
Actually, it’s 2am on 2 Avril. I’ve been writing my bullshit
ITS paper, which actually is just good writing practice. I took care of most of
the Ireland
arrangements today. I can’t wait. Mostly I can’t wait for the Aran
Islands. I hope that works out. Maybe I’ll try to call. I keep
flip flopping on whether my EDP story is good or bad. I’ve finally figured out
some themes. I hope she doesn’t mind the length. I’ll be turning in over 30
pages, twice what it’s supposed to be. I’ve enjoyed it, mostly. I hope Andrea
will go to Paris
this weekend. I know Matt won’t go without her, and besides, I don’t want to go
with just Matt. It’d be too wierd, too much small talk. I won’t be suprised if
it happens, though. I don’t know why I chose to write tonight. I guess I’m just
in a writing mood. It sucks that I have to go to bed now.
Things I couldn't spell in college: weird, surprised.
Ahh, college.
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