Welcome to New Years Eve in France! We all went to Toulouse for a party where everyone was required to wear Stripes, polka dots, or flowers. As you can see, we got rather creative with our choices. In the picture with four of us, it is my friends Céline, Arnaud, Laurent (another one) and me. Then, my dear friends and family, is the plate we had to eat. It consists of: Smear of 3 Fish, Duck Liver Paste, Imitation Crab Circle, and Breaded Hotdog Pâté. YUMMMMY! I think this is the real reason Andrew will not come and visit me. I don't really know the guy in the last pic, but his costume was just so fantastic I had to show you.
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You joke, but there may indeed be some truth to what you said.
I started mulling over the ways to make the food situation acceptable, and I think I've come up with a few solutions that might resolve the issue to my satisfaction.
A) Eat nothing but bread while I'm in France. Frankly, I think I could do it. But part of me, perhaps due to cultural ignorance, perhaps because I'm a genius and have figured out their plot, is convinced that sophisticated French chefs will insist on covering the bread with sophisticated French foods. If that happens, we both know I'm starving rather than trying something I haven't eaten before, let alone something I can't even pronounce.
B) Instead of clothing, bring a suitcase full of pop tarts to France. I'll have to buy new clothes each day, which wouldn't be too bad because I could use some new, nicer clothing. My concern here is that I know nothing of French fashion, and the few pictures I've seen lead me to think that I'd look out of place when I got back here. Besides, I'd never be able to get a sword onto the plane back home.
I am also slightly concerned about the fact that I don't speak any French. Granted, I've never been there so I don't know, but I'm pretty sure the ability to speak French would be a terrific asset in a place like France. Because after all, how many times could I point at people and ask "What are they saying?" before you would snap?
All that said, turns out round trip airline tickets from Chicago to Paris run about $850 dollars. If you think a week-long vacation could work for under $2000, let me know. I might just listen!
Now, the whole birthday thing...I was relieved when you remembered my birthday. Not for me, but for you. It would have been extremely rude for you not even have tried to call, and no one would have forgiven you. Before you start with the "yeah but..." stuff like, "yeah, but you didn't do anything for my birthday," or "yeah, but what about Christmas? You didn't do anything for Christmas either, that's so thoughtless" you need to understand that as older brother, my inheritance is secure. It's you who need to suck up to me if you want any shot at the piano.
Seriously though, I'm really happy you're having such a great time.
All the best,
-Andrew
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