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Hmm... oh yes. I forgot about his at the time, but this is a bit of a footnote to my first day in Paris.
After I left the Eiffel Tower, I headed towards L'ecole militaire, through the massive gardens that span between these two landmarks. As I'm walking along, I spotted two outlandishly dressed, yet spectacularly gorgeous and bored women lounging on a bench. As I turned to gape at their ridiculous and revealing outfits, I noticed a third, contorting her body into some very uncomfortable-looking posesin front of a camera. Basically, I was walking by a photo shoot that was so important it needed the Eiffel Tower in the background. I guess it was a fashion shoot, but the whole thing had a really contrived look to it, as if somebody had designed this whole thing to be in an 80s movie about fashion models. There were bored models, a photographer barking at an assistant, hair and makeup gossiping in the background, a stylist shaking her head in disapproval, three different people on cell phones, and, of course, some really stupid clothes. The kind of clothes, in fact, that looked as if they were some kind of spoof on high fashion.
But...due to the lack of movie cameras in the background, I was forced to conclude that this was the real thing. I think I would have been more amused if it had been like Funny Face, with a bunch of pink-suitted women fluttering around Audrey Hepburn, with a sly Fred Astaire looking on, leaning on his tripod, wearily amused.
Grblah. Sickness has abated though not in time to save my weekend. My weekend was pretty mellow--went to Amsterdam, bought more comic books, spent some money in H & M, went to a stupid bar, got hit on by an idiot, etc etc. I spent my Sunday in bed with my comic books. Sure, I could have gone outside and done something, but I had comic books and the weather was sucky. I ran out of food at one point, but was too overcome by laziness to do anything about it. Thank god for Domino's pizza, who is nearby and delivers and doesn't care if I'm still in my pajamas.
Basically, it was too slow a weekend to write a blog entry about. Though I will say this: If you are a boy and you are in a bar and want to hit on a girl, the best way to go about it is not to constantly yell "hey" at her and then start imitating her when she looks around. This didn't work in kindergarten, my friends, and it's sure not going to work now.
Also, if you are a girl and you are talking to a boy that you have just met simply because he speaks French and you want to practice your French, then don't be surprised if he mistakes your animation for attraction and starts talking about how maybe he can call you when you are both living in Canada, and maybe you could get a drink, and in the meantime, how about your e-mail address and maybe your phone number, huh baby?
Not surprisingly, I have spent most of this weekend thinking all men are big losers and that comic books are infinitely better.
On the other hand, it's Tuesday, I went for a massage today and the sun has finally come out. This week is looking better already.
