Im a bit late on this one
Mull it over entry from the 24th of November 2005.
Vendradie, 25/11/2005
Last night was an interesting one. It was my first thanksgiving out side of the US, away from my family, my friends, and a kitchen where I could make dessert. The CEA office put together a dinner for everyone at the Best Western in Aix. We ate, what I suppose the French would call, a Thanksgiving turkey dinner. It wasn’t amazing. I was pumped for dessert though. It France, they cant possible fuck up dessert. IT IS FRANCE. Their attempt at pumpkin pie failed. I think they added curry. Not even kidding.
So the dinner was a bust but the company was very good. Everyone was laughing, drinking wine, and having a good time. I really enjoyed that part.
After the dinner we went to the Residence to chill out and drink a bit before we headed out to the bars about 12:30. We got to O’Shannon and were just talking to people randomly. Raphael was there which really annoyed me because I feel I can’t talk to anyone else when he is around. Plus he was saying things like he normally lies to people about his age (which is 28 by the by) but he can’t lie to me. I believe that really worked against him because now I really don’t believe a thing he says. He started talking to the guys that we were hanging around in the bar and was just lying his ass off to them. It made me really uncomfortable that nobody but me saw this. He is kind of starting to creep me out. Plus he was trying to guilt me a bit about not seeing him and how everyone likes me. I can’t be bothered with this.
We eventually ended up qt my favorite music hall the scat club. The guys we met bought us bottles of whiskey and kept us in so much Champaign that I actually started to give away glasses because I just couldn’t drink anymore. But Marcious was talking to me and was wondering why I was wearing my glasses. I told him that I thought they hid my face a bit because I wasn’t feeling particularly flashy that day.
He freaked out but in the most amazing way.
He started to compare me to my roommate and telling me that I was beautiful and smart, wonderful and different from all the girls. I didn’t need to try to be skinny like the French girls because I was already what I needed to be. He reminded me that I really want to do Makeup and I am going to school for it. He reminded me that I wanted to travel in my life and he found me in the south of France. He just was trying to get me to understand that I was living my dreams and that there was nothing that I should be hiding, downplaying, regretting, or envying. I was already doing what I had been dreaming about for years.
I’m not doing the conversation justice but I am so happy that I met him and it very ironic that I met him on Thanksgiving night, he reminded me of all that things that I am so lucky to be doing, possess, and living through.
I feel so lucky to be me.
I feel so lucky to be healthy.
I feel so lucky to know that I have friends that love me.
I feel so lucky to know that I get to go home to the United States.
I hope everyone’s thanksgiving was an amazing one and you all understand how wonderful you are, how important you are, and especially how lucky you are.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Megan
Vendradie, 25/11/2005
Last night was an interesting one. It was my first thanksgiving out side of the US, away from my family, my friends, and a kitchen where I could make dessert. The CEA office put together a dinner for everyone at the Best Western in Aix. We ate, what I suppose the French would call, a Thanksgiving turkey dinner. It wasn’t amazing. I was pumped for dessert though. It France, they cant possible fuck up dessert. IT IS FRANCE. Their attempt at pumpkin pie failed. I think they added curry. Not even kidding.
So the dinner was a bust but the company was very good. Everyone was laughing, drinking wine, and having a good time. I really enjoyed that part.
After the dinner we went to the Residence to chill out and drink a bit before we headed out to the bars about 12:30. We got to O’Shannon and were just talking to people randomly. Raphael was there which really annoyed me because I feel I can’t talk to anyone else when he is around. Plus he was saying things like he normally lies to people about his age (which is 28 by the by) but he can’t lie to me. I believe that really worked against him because now I really don’t believe a thing he says. He started talking to the guys that we were hanging around in the bar and was just lying his ass off to them. It made me really uncomfortable that nobody but me saw this. He is kind of starting to creep me out. Plus he was trying to guilt me a bit about not seeing him and how everyone likes me. I can’t be bothered with this.
We eventually ended up qt my favorite music hall the scat club. The guys we met bought us bottles of whiskey and kept us in so much Champaign that I actually started to give away glasses because I just couldn’t drink anymore. But Marcious was talking to me and was wondering why I was wearing my glasses. I told him that I thought they hid my face a bit because I wasn’t feeling particularly flashy that day.
He freaked out but in the most amazing way.
He started to compare me to my roommate and telling me that I was beautiful and smart, wonderful and different from all the girls. I didn’t need to try to be skinny like the French girls because I was already what I needed to be. He reminded me that I really want to do Makeup and I am going to school for it. He reminded me that I wanted to travel in my life and he found me in the south of France. He just was trying to get me to understand that I was living my dreams and that there was nothing that I should be hiding, downplaying, regretting, or envying. I was already doing what I had been dreaming about for years.
I’m not doing the conversation justice but I am so happy that I met him and it very ironic that I met him on Thanksgiving night, he reminded me of all that things that I am so lucky to be doing, possess, and living through.
I feel so lucky to be me.
I feel so lucky to be healthy.
I feel so lucky to know that I have friends that love me.
I feel so lucky to know that I get to go home to the United States.
I hope everyone’s thanksgiving was an amazing one and you all understand how wonderful you are, how important you are, and especially how lucky you are.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Megan
posted by Megan at 1:41 PM
3 Comments:
i'd be thankful that i'm sitting in public with a bottle of whiskey and a lot of champagne.
but i guess i can add that i'm thankful that you're coming home soon. we need you bad here.
awww, what a warm mushy post that makes me feel all good inside.
Buegs misses you something awful....he's even begun talking in the third person...he's distraught...come BACK!!!!!
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