Freaky Froggy Friday!

Introducing a new feature of my blog: every Friday I will educate you on the idiosyncracies of the French people. Why Friday? Because it starts with F. Of course, I will dispense with the simple things that you already know because of how accurately movies and American comedians portray these people. I will assume you already know that they are afraid of razors, deodorant and soap and water, and that the government requires each citizen to wear a beret and never be more than 3 feet--sorry, 1 METRE--from a baguette.

So, for the inaugural feature post, how about this: They freaking LOOOOVE nude stockings. Can't get enough of them. Young girls, old women, and I suspect a few of the men as well. They will wear them under jeans, under skirts, or under another pair of nude hose. When I drew attention to this phenomenon, some people suggested that it was to combat the cold, but I have seen no abatement on days that reach into the 80's--sorry, high 20's and low 30's. The only conclusion I can draw is that they think they're cool.
Well, Frenchies, I'm not one to judge, but they're totally not cool one little bit, and anyone who wears them is a bad person.

Faisons La Fete!

This is how France gets down. Every summer equinox there's this huge Fete where every horrible musician takes to the streets with his or her guitar/tambourine/dj equipment/baguette and competes for attention against every other horrible musician. I enjoyed it immensely. Here is a video of some great dancing.
Awesome, right? They think that's the correct way to do it! Silly europeans.

Wedding festivities from afar

Watch my videos! Now that I know how to put them up, you'll be begging me to stop. Especially after you see the view from my balcony.






Man. Actually, you won't have to beg that much. These things take a while to load. Enjoy.

Jorky Jorky Jorky!

So NOOOW I learned how to put up a video that isn't just a link. Feels real good. Almost as good as a Jorkyball goal. Does anyone know what Jorkyball is? It seems like one of the twins had talked about it at some point and tried to explain it but could not. Anyway, we had an office tournament last night. Today everyone is quite sore. The Italians took first (because they cheated, as everyone knows Italians are wont to do), but me and this dude Christophe took second, and my value as a free agent is pretttty high right now. In the video you can hear me screaming for the ball to go in, and it worked, but the videographer missed the actual goal. You can also hear two people talking about whether or not I played college jorky. Pretty glorious night. Mom had asked if there's anything I do besides drink. Well now there is!
Oh, also, happy wedding day, Kin! Git some! Git it!