I then was suppose to meet up with my jeune Francais for a scooter ride and un promenade...but I turned out to be a bad person this particular day. I made my way back across all of Paris to the 14th, where I had calculated in a forty minute reprieve in my apartment (to smoke) before my date. However, Zach called me with a voice yearning for some time with le shit.
This is all getting a little ahead, as much else has come to happen since my last entry. Not only had it been the night before the fondue that I was dining on the Champs-Elysees for a friend's birthday. We headed up towards the left of the Arc de Triomphe to hit up Dupleix...a night club that calls in all kinds of people, which provides good company and good entertainment. Katie, Maron and I decided to meet up with some of the guys at Rex Club on the Grande Boulevard. Apparently I was in for a very sweet night. Boys Noize, a German dj, played until the late, late hours or early, early hours (depends on your view) in a humid, laser-lit basement bar. Hundreds of people jumped up and down, sweating happily all over each other, grinding, and screaming for the next drop in the beat...I loved it and I danced my ass off. The music and lights seem to take over you a little and you find your heart palpitating due to the suspense of the next beat. I did have my feet smashed around a little, but battle wounds are always worth it.
So, because it happens to be my last few weeks in Paris (that is, on my own), I have been trying to soak up everything little thing; the lights, the breeze, the smell (and often, it is unpleasant...location, location, location...), the people, the culture, the loyalty to tradition, the inherited style, the classiness, the art, the music...you can't even imagine how difficult it is to say good-bye. Just after getting to know the temperament of this moody Paris, I am being dumped back in a country that, selon moi, doesn't have defined traditions and histories. I think rediscovering my own culture will be a little difficult, sometimes unpleasant, and I will wish often to be back. However I will never forget what she has to offer.