French men can't dance! I learned this fact when I visited Paris, France for couple of days with my friends.
Here are some highlights from the trip:
+ We were having dinner (M, V, W and me), when a man approached us with roses in his hand. W decided to treat us. After a long negotiation, they settled on 6 euros for 3 roses and as the man was leaving, he said to him: "She is a good man!"
+ A middle aged man miscalculated the steps as he was getting off the train and almost fell, face down to the next railway. I felt bad for him, but couldn't help to laugh at the incident. He rolled and bounced like a ball.
+ We had drinks at Sexy Bar for Crazy Night where servers wore only Calvin Klein underwear and u could order "Sperme du serveur" for 20 euros.
+ M decided to test her skills at rowing at Versaille. We rented a little boat and chilled in the middle of the pond with the ducks. As M and V rowed back to returned the boat, I just sat back and yelled: "Row! Bitches! Row!"
+ We enjoyed the boats so much as saying: "I'm on a bo(a)t...mother fucker!"
+ We were walking down the street one night, looking for a bus stop, when M yelled at us: "I have to go! I'll pop a squat right there (pointing to the nearest tree), if I have to."
+ "Guys! Aren't sea and ocean the same thing?"
+ We travelled everywhere using the metro station. I violated their poles (it HAD to be done), entered illegally without paying and my personal fav: Woman franticly hitting the exit door at metro station and screaming "Monsieur! , Monsieur"! as she had no clue on how to get out. All u really had to do, is give it a little push.
+ I learned how to properly spoon, courtesy of W. I definitely prefer playing the role of small spoon compared to big one.
+ We asked the hotel's concierge, Bruno look-alike for directions. He spoke with very distinct French accent, exaggerating every syllable especially the Rs with this spitting sound. As he was looking at the metro station map, he kept repeating: "Grrrrand BoulvarrrrrrDDddddddd" (station we were suppose to get off)
+ We went clubbing and met Mike, who was nice enough to buy us drinks. Unfortunately, he could not dance to save his life. All he did was move his hands up and down while yelling: "AaaaAaaaaa." Instead of moving away, which would be appropriate response to this behavior, my friends decided to reciprocate.
+ Chinese dude looking very asian, approached M at the club and asked her with an accent: "Where ur from?" She replied. "From Canada.... and I am not chinese!." His only response to that was "That's okay. I am Portuguese."
+ As we were leaving a club, we spotted very hot looking guy. We rolled down the windows of the cab and screamed: "Ooh la la!" (The guy turned over and smiled; I am positive we made his day)
* excuse my language