unexpected girls night :)

For St. Patrick's day, we tried to get a bunch of people together, but in the end we ended up with an impromptu girl's night with Nolwenn, Christèle, and myself. We ended up ordering pizzas (sidenote: I forgot how different and AWESOME French cheese pizza is) and watching Nouvelle Star (the French version of American Idol) and then briefly going out in Salon-de-Provence. I think the best part about this time in France is that it hasn't really been touristy at all, it's been more like a normal time, just hanging out and doing normal things with my friends. It's been great seeing them all again, this time I feel like they're my actual friends. It's hard to believe that this time, exactly a year ago, I landed here and met everyone. Oh how things have developed and changed. It's interesting to think about.


I spilled red wine on myself (and a pillow), hence the salt. Then, in order to get the salt off my pants (we were all a little inebriated), I crab walked to the porch. Nolwenn made a video of it. Le voilà:




Girls night at Nolwenn's parents house!






We went to a pub in Salon, which was actually getting ready to close in a half hour. This half hour has created the inside joke of these two weeks: "Brice, c'est mal barré" (translation: "Brice, it's looking a bit iffy.") At the pub, there was a table of 4 rather drunk guys, at one point one came over and tried to hit on us. Then he tried to get his friend to come over (Brice), and I looked at him and said that. Which is a slang expression here and my girlfriends died of laughter. Thus, it keeps getting brought up again and again. Love it.

This photo is of a mailbox in Salon. It says: "Continue to fill this mailbox with ads and you will learn to run." mdr.