People Who Slam Doors

Hello all. I’m sorry I’ve been completely MIA lately ealing with finals and a serious case fo writer’s block.

I would have still had writer’s block if I were not rudely awakened from my nap time slumber just now if it were not for some inconsiderate soul slamming a door and being generally loud-as-fuck.

So today I write an open letter to our friends (foes) that live one thin floor below us.

Do you possess a brain? If so, did your parents neglect to baby-proof their home before having you? I thought so.

Why else would you be so rude, inconsiderate and loud-as-fuck? I am baffled as well.

What normal human being has raging parties on Tuesday nights, allows their headboard to slam against the wall they share with an innocent other person, and SLAMS THEIR PORCH DOOR MAKING OTHER PEOPLE’S ROOMS SHAKE????

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, silly lax bros, but you do indeed have large muscles and deep voices. You’re so masculine. When you slam a door or proclaim your excitement for being “so done” with what I can only assume are classes (I’m not sure you attend them though), it’s a lot more loud than when I do those same things.

I actually do not care about how you “fucked that slam” last night or that you failed English. I find it hilarious that you think I do, though.

Your lifestyle choices will quickly catch up to you when you graduate your sub-par university and realize that no real lacrosse team wants to draft (is that right?) binge drinking muscle heads that don’t know English!

I’ve heard a good many of your conversations between each other and between you and women (I use that term loosely) and 99% of them have been completely incoherent. Saying “bro,” “like,” “motherfucker,” and “dude” every other syllable does not foster positive communication patterns.

Please move out.

Yours truly

I hope you’ve enjoyed my letter to my incoherent, idiotic neighbors. Since you’ve been so good to me, I’ll leave you with this:

One of them is violently vomiting on the porch that happens to be directly under my porch and outside my bedroom window. I take solace in the fact that I am thankfully above, not below, the bile. Please don’t slam the door once you’re done ejecting your stomach fluid.

Dear readers: How do you handle out-of-control neighbors? I’d love your help on this one.



Tonight we decided that we would finally go to the bar that is named after our home city: Boston Bar. After Remy and Bitte told us that it was their favorite, we had to give it a try.

It did not live up to expectations. We did get lots of French fries (wait, they don’t call them French fries here. They’re just frites) and margaritas and eventually, shots and drinks.

We were all just standing around when a French boy came up to me and started talking. I told him to bring his two friends over too, but for some reason no one in my group wanted to talk to them. I was basically sucked in. The boy asked me for my email address since Facebook is too “mainstream” for him.

Wait, what?

Au revoir (for now)

Lyon, Travel

Lyon: Boston Bar

Lyon, Travel

Lyon: One Euro Beers


Today during the day was incredibly typical (class, lunch, etc.) but the evening on the day of one euro beer night is what I really want to talk about. 

We went to Cosmopolitan Bar on our last Monday in Lyon. It’s kind of funny that they have the awesome booze deal on a Monday, right? It was ridiculous. We walked in to a completely jam-packed bar and I immediately got a drink. Then we all found a place to stand and I got two drinks. Basically, I had three cups of beer in a 10 minute span. Good idea? I think not. 

This picture sums up the night well…

As hilarious as that was, what ensued was even more out of control. The guy on our trip that no one expected to get any managed to start making out with a girl, follow her to the smoking room and continue to suck face with her for about 20 minutes, and this started only 20 minutes after arriving.

Then the girl we least expected to hook up, or even drink, on this trip immediately asked for a beer (which I happily delivered) and a man to dance with (which I also happily delivered). Why am I so good?She and one of the guys she danced with ended up exchanging phone numbers and going on several dates, eventually leading to a potential relationship.

Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match…

Au revoir (for now)

Personal, Travel

Lyon: Gump’s Corner (7/1/12)

Another random discovery – French nutella from Carrefour is significantly cheaper than the Nutella brand that I buy in the USA. I wish I had any space in my luggage or carry on to fit about four jars of this lovely hazelnut spread. But my carry on was too big to be considered a carry on as it is.

Also, I learned that there is a very convenient somewhat English-speaking bar right near us. Yay! We’re actually meeting some of our new French friends there on Tuesday (Mardi) since we have no classes Wednesdays (Mercredis).

These French men that we met were sitting outside of the bar that we were considering entering – called Gump’s Corner. Such an awesome name. Anyway, as we were deciding, they said to us, “Come in! It’s cool!” in quite good English. There were only two of them at the time, but later their group proved to be of four.

While we were there, ESPANA won the Euro Cup!! It seemed like everyone in the bar was cheering on the Spanish so we went along with it as well. I’m sure that Spain is absolutely poppin’ right now. Shouts to my sisters and best friends that are currently in Valencia and Madrid!

We learned that they love their country, two of them live down the block from us, and that one of them has been to Arizona.

Other than that, we met a couple that is also in our building that go to Marshall University. They are married and in college. Not quite sure I can grasp that. But anyway, they are quite nice and will be accompanying us on the way to our exams tomorrow. So scared for those! Hopefully I do well!

Au revoir (for now)