satiation
i think i gained 10 pounds overnight.
last night, we had a casual dinner in the apartment. Regina came over and we cooked together. I made wonton soup, and she cooked this spicy Korean dish that I cannot for the life of me remember the name of (something long and Korean? I sound so ignorant). Arnaud came over, and I realized again that I always have poor Arnaud with a group of American girls. This time, he was the only male, with four ladies. He's such a good sport though.
Dinner conversation topic was very interesting and rather nosy...we talked about how there are so many sketchy men in clubs, and debated whether French men are sketchier (the word in French is "louche") than American men. Regina, Alex and Jen thought so, because they've been hit on by a multitude of creepy, undesirable, often old and/or desperate men. I'm not so sure, because in every large city, there are louche men out for a piece of ass. I was approached by more random men in Hong Kong last summer than I have been in Paris. Besides, the very context of being in a club or a bar already sets the scene for expected behavior--it's rather difficult to meet upstanding fine gentlemen (i'm being somewhat ironic here) in those places.
I'm not disillusioned by French men, nor am I frightened or intimidated. You could say I regard them with a rather scientific eye--I observe them in their native habitat. Perhaps I should write a treatise on French men as perceived through the eyes of a Chinese-American girl.
Anyhow, so we girls and Arnaud talked about everything from louche-ness, to beirut + flip cup, and Jen, Regina and I even had a spice-eating contest to see who could stomach the most spiciness. Yours truly won, but my tongue was in peril of vanishing in a pile of ashes. I dearly thank my mother's Sichuan heritage--without it, I would have probably died of overspiciness. It's my dad's fault, for being of non-Sichuan extraction. Otherwise I could have eaten 3-4 dried chilis instead of 1.
And here I must make a plug for Sichuan province and notably Chengdu, the capital and my beloved hometown. Everything you need is there. The most delicious food in China (don't try arguing with me on this, it's futile), the most beautiful girls (you can try arguing, I might give way to to Hangzhou or Qingdao, probably Chongqing), the most leisurely, relaxed lifestyle (although I have to admit that the local mahjong addiction is bad--there is a saying that if you fly over Sichuan, you can hear the clicking of mahjong tiles!). *Sigh*. I miss Chengdu. If you ever go to China, don't miss out on it. We're also a very distinguished province. Deng Xiaoping was from Sichuan, as was Wu Zetian (the only female Emperor in China's history), the poet Du Fu, various statesmen and intellectuals of antiquity......
All right, back on track. After dinner, we had the most delicious, sugary North African pastries that Arnaud brought. I can't really remember the names, they are all in Arabic, but they're the reason why I probably gained 10 pounds overnight : ) It was so worth it though...I'm salivating just remembering them. I am going back to St. Michel and buying my own batch later this week. Oh pastries, you will be the cause of my clogged arteries.
Can I just confess that I have the craziest, deepest, sensual craving for....hip-hop clubbing? Every time I hear a 50 cent song from Jen's computer, I just want to dance so badly. I need to find a non-louche hip hop club next weekend so I can exercise my phantoms out and be at peace. Not to mention apparently Regina likes the lap dances I give her, so *wink* *wink*.
last night, we had a casual dinner in the apartment. Regina came over and we cooked together. I made wonton soup, and she cooked this spicy Korean dish that I cannot for the life of me remember the name of (something long and Korean? I sound so ignorant). Arnaud came over, and I realized again that I always have poor Arnaud with a group of American girls. This time, he was the only male, with four ladies. He's such a good sport though.
Dinner conversation topic was very interesting and rather nosy...we talked about how there are so many sketchy men in clubs, and debated whether French men are sketchier (the word in French is "louche") than American men. Regina, Alex and Jen thought so, because they've been hit on by a multitude of creepy, undesirable, often old and/or desperate men. I'm not so sure, because in every large city, there are louche men out for a piece of ass. I was approached by more random men in Hong Kong last summer than I have been in Paris. Besides, the very context of being in a club or a bar already sets the scene for expected behavior--it's rather difficult to meet upstanding fine gentlemen (i'm being somewhat ironic here) in those places.
I'm not disillusioned by French men, nor am I frightened or intimidated. You could say I regard them with a rather scientific eye--I observe them in their native habitat. Perhaps I should write a treatise on French men as perceived through the eyes of a Chinese-American girl.
Anyhow, so we girls and Arnaud talked about everything from louche-ness, to beirut + flip cup, and Jen, Regina and I even had a spice-eating contest to see who could stomach the most spiciness. Yours truly won, but my tongue was in peril of vanishing in a pile of ashes. I dearly thank my mother's Sichuan heritage--without it, I would have probably died of overspiciness. It's my dad's fault, for being of non-Sichuan extraction. Otherwise I could have eaten 3-4 dried chilis instead of 1.
And here I must make a plug for Sichuan province and notably Chengdu, the capital and my beloved hometown. Everything you need is there. The most delicious food in China (don't try arguing with me on this, it's futile), the most beautiful girls (you can try arguing, I might give way to to Hangzhou or Qingdao, probably Chongqing), the most leisurely, relaxed lifestyle (although I have to admit that the local mahjong addiction is bad--there is a saying that if you fly over Sichuan, you can hear the clicking of mahjong tiles!). *Sigh*. I miss Chengdu. If you ever go to China, don't miss out on it. We're also a very distinguished province. Deng Xiaoping was from Sichuan, as was Wu Zetian (the only female Emperor in China's history), the poet Du Fu, various statesmen and intellectuals of antiquity......
All right, back on track. After dinner, we had the most delicious, sugary North African pastries that Arnaud brought. I can't really remember the names, they are all in Arabic, but they're the reason why I probably gained 10 pounds overnight : ) It was so worth it though...I'm salivating just remembering them. I am going back to St. Michel and buying my own batch later this week. Oh pastries, you will be the cause of my clogged arteries.
Can I just confess that I have the craziest, deepest, sensual craving for....hip-hop clubbing? Every time I hear a 50 cent song from Jen's computer, I just want to dance so badly. I need to find a non-louche hip hop club next weekend so I can exercise my phantoms out and be at peace. Not to mention apparently Regina likes the lap dances I give her, so *wink* *wink*.
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