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First things first: Today, I had my first beret sighting. Extremely unfortunately, I didn't have my camera with me because, naturally, it was left at someone else's house. But I'm already getting ahead of myself.

Last night, I went to a discotheque (which is only called a discotheque by old people. All the cool kids call it "la boite"). Anyway, I got ready for it at Liz's house after a delicious, political discussion-filled dinner where her host parents gave us a 4 course meal and got us drunk. Okay, maybe not drunk drunk, but I was feeling good after a cider, two glasses of wine, and two shots of limoncello. If you think about the fact that I can't even remember the last time I had any alcohol, this makes sense. En tout cas, after dinner, we all went to Liz's room to get ready (by "we all" I mean Liz, Charlotte, and moi) and in the process of getting dressed, undressed, and redressed, all while trying to figure out what to do about the fact that I was literally a redneck (sunburn courtesy of a promenade I had with Ariel and Clement at that lake named after Canada), I had scattered all my stuff all over Liz's room. Shocker. Also, sorry for that run on sentence. But the point is that I left basically everything chez Liz because I didn't want to bring all of my shit to a club.

To be fair, I didn't completely realize that I was going to be woken up this morning and told to get up after only sleeping for 6 hours. If I had known that, maybe I would have brought some of my stuff home with me.

Anyway, la boite was awesome. I want to live there. Okay, not live there, but I would seriously consider making it routine to go there every week. My favorite part though had to be when Nadine walked us to the door and told the bouncer that we were American. I laughed so hard. We felt like we were in a movie. Did that really happen? Oh yes, yes it did.

But really, Cesar's (the name of the discotheque) was sick, and I really want to go back. The actual best part (besides when they played my jam!), was being the first people on the dance floor. Us Americans were such trend-setters. Long story short, I got home at around 3am and didn't get to sleep until about 4. Needless to say, when I was woken up at 10am, I was a little bit groggy.

The day ended up being BEAUTIFUL though. I was exhausted and hardly understood anything Nadine said because I was half asleep, but we drove along the coast and got out and walked on the beach and in little villages, and had a Chai tea in the cutest little outdoor cafe. Pictures soon.

Also, I witnessed some great things today:
1. Someone wearing a red beret.
2. A man driving 100 miles per hour in a tiny French car yelling at the person in the passenger seat while also eating a baguette.
3. A wedding procession driving 10 miles per hour on a highway with their emergency lights on and honking their horns all the way.
4. A man fishing at the ocean while smoking a cigarette.
5. 60-year-old women sunbathing topless.
6. Did I mention I saw someone wearing a beret?

Vive la France!