Lyon, Travel

Lyon: Cosmopolitan

I think I have gotten accidentally tipsy almost every night on this trip. I’m really embracing the whole wine-drinking culture.

But today it was totally intentional.

We decided we wanted to go out on the town since we don’t have classes on Wednesdays. So we found this place called Cosmopolitan Bar that has 2€ shots and 4,5€ mixed drinks. When we got there, it did not say that. All it said was 4€ mojitos. We decided that was fine with us.

I just want to say that we took the Metro and it was a wonderful experience. Significantly better than the T. Not only were the trains new, the stations clean and the seats comfortable; but the station told you how many minutes until the next train would be there. And is was actually accurate. If only that could happen in Boston…

We ordered eight mojitos and eight Kamikaze shots.

Round 1

As a side note: a Kamikaze shot was my very first ever shot. Thanks Mom. The bar looked like our own personal drunk fest. I mean, yes it was empty when we got there for 9-10 p.m. happy hour. But yes, we did fill up the place. So it was fine. And we got more personal time with our lovely Australian drink artisan.

Essentially, we got pretty wastey-pants. Then we decided getting more liquor at the little convenience store across the street was a great idea. It wasn’t. One member of our group (name omitted to protect the guilty) kept insisting to the store owner that we were américain rather than américaine. Basically, she was accidentally calling us all men.

Then we decided McDonalds was a good idea. It also wasn’t. But it was delicious. So I guess last night was a success.

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Lyon, Travel

Lyon: This is Sirius

Today was probably the most eventful day of my life. We had class in the morning with my main man Seb (sorry Dez) and that was a learning experience as usual.

Then we went on the most phenomenal walking tour of Vieux Lyon. It was amazing. It looks exactly like you would picture France to look. We would think we were walking into a building but then it would end up being another courtyard. It was really beautiful.

After our walking tour, we headed straight to a bus tour. But in the meantime we got ice cream. Can I just say that eating ice cream mid-day is totally OK here and I really like it. I got Salted Caramel ice cream and oh my gosh, it was amazing. Almost better than the Nutella ice cream I had the day of our scavenger hunt but not as good as the white chocolate ice cream I’ve also had on our trip. So much ice cream. I’m going to come home fat.

Intense church seen on the bus tour

Anyway, the bus tour was so relaxing since we didn’t have to walk (finally). But I started to drift off to sleep during part of it! I guess the wind in my hair, moving car and full stomach were slowly putting me to sleep! But other than that it was very enjoyable. We got to look around the outside of the city in all the hilly areas that are impossible to walk to.

Then the real madness happened. We all got dress to go to a bar/club called Sirius. It was a boat. Need I say more? OK I will. We got cheap pitchers of beer (which is still pretty expensive here) and danced and sand (screamed) the entire night away. By the time we looked at our watches it was 2:45 and still had a nice, long, blacked out walk home to conquer.

at Sirius (the club, not the Harry Potter character)

All in all, it was completely worth the painful feet and missing half of my Saturday for sleeping purposes.

Au revoir (for now)

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5 Reasons to Snooze Your Alarm

I know most people would have a post more like “5 Reasons to Not Snooze Your Alarm” but I am a firm believer that waking up before 7 a.m. is simply cruel and unusual. I realize that I should wake up and exercise or make myself breakfast or do something productive, but laziness is sometimes OK.

Here’s why:

  1. That extra ten minutes between your alarm and your post-snooze alarm will literally make you the happiest person on Earth…for ten minutes

  2. It’s a great time to meditate. I like to practice my mindfulness meditation during snooze time.

  3. You can plan your outfit in your head instead of making a mess in your room from getting dressed and undressed six times.

  4. It gives your roommate who needs the bathroom as well a ten minute grace period to have it all to herself

  5. Then you need your morning coffee that much less!

Today I snoozed my alarm three times. I didn’t even need a coffee but it was already brewing by the time I was out of bed. While I was a little drowsy at the start of my day – the extra sleep made a difference I think. It puts me in a slightly better mood and makes my morning commute just a little more bearable. Which is especially important when three outbound trains pass you before one going inbound rolls along.

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The 10 people you see on the T

The Grocery Shopper

These are the people who have 30 bags of groceries annoyingly taking up more than one seat, or six feet of floor space, on the T. Some of them are even eating out of their Stop n Shop bags because they just can’t wait ’til they get home to eat that Pop Tart. Most of them will be going from Chinatown to Brigham Circle – but alas, sometimes even “normal” people like you and me are guilty of having excessive grocery bags take up valuable space on a crowded train. My favorite part is when only a thin plastic bag comes between the disgusting floor of the T and the apple that this person will soon bite into. Just think about it. Ew.

The Backpacker

This person is wearing a backpack. Not all of these people are evil – but most are. The ones that are evil are the ones that know they are wearing a backpack, but do not know that it takes up an extra foot of space. Nothing is worse than when you are sitting minding your own business and then get smacked in the face by some Backpacker’s stupid North Face backpack filled to the brim with what must be bricks.

The “Gym Rat”

This is in quotation marks because usually these people are women who are blatantly not on the way to or from the gym. They are decked out in Lululemon and get off the T at Park Street or Downtown Crossing, where they will obviously be shopping rather than pumping iron. They are absolutely judging you for not being as “in shape” as they are since they drink Skinnygirl Margaritas and follow the Paleo diet. These are also the women that wear yoga pants literally everywhere to keep up their image of fitness even though they haven’t seen the inside of a gym since they gave up on their New Year’s resolution four months ago.

The People with a Job

These people can sit still on the T. They don’t make anyone scared by yelling random shit out loud and they’re usually reading either a book, The Wall Street Journal or The Boston Globe. These are the people you should try your very hardest to sit next to.

The People without a Job

These people can usually not sit still on the T. They are generally homeless and some may even beg for money while riding public transit (which costs money to ride). People that can’t sit still for more than five minutes kind of scare me and make me generally nervous to be in their presence. There have been some interesting people I’ve seen on the T and the most ridiculous ones definitely fall in this category. I’ll give you a little taste:

  • Red Line – The dude that takes over the T car and blares music and dances & does flips while the car is in motion. Then he asks for money (shocker)
  • Green Line – The dude that clucks. He clucks. I’ve seen him on more than one occasion. I promise this is real.
  • Red/Green Line – The dude that says he “just got out of the hospital” even though he’s riding the T towards the hospital and begs everyone for money and telling everyone that’s why he needs money.
  • Every single person riding on the orange line is usually some form of crazy (unless there’s a B’s game soon – then it’s acceptable)
  • Almost everyone riding the Blue line

The iPod-ers

Those that listen to their iPods on 100% volume in a small space are generally assholes. I’m sorry but if I can hear your reggaeton from halfway across the train car, you’re probably going to be deaf in 10 years. Also – if you’re taking out your ear buds to ask what stop is next then you should probably, I don’t know, LISTEN to the announcer when they say it. The worst part about these offenders is that when you say to them “excuse me” when you’re trying to get out of the train, they can’t hear you. And even if they can, they always decide to ignore you.

The Metro Readers

These people are only reading the news because it was forced upon them by a Metro toting person in an MBTA station – or they found one sitting on a seat on the train. Usually they don’t keep their Metro – they’ll be that asshole to leave it on the train for someone else to slip on later. But sometimes there are just the occasional decent people out there that toss it in the recycling bin. Most older men and people who care about actual news tend to read actual newspapers that they pay for. But not all of us have that kind of disposable income…

The Greedy Seaters

There are two sides to this offensive T rider. One is the person who knows they are too fat to only take up one seat, and the other is the person who successfully fits into one seat but feels that their bag/purse/shit also needs a seat of its own. Why do people insist on doing this? If you’re too fat to only occupy one seat, you should probably walk to your destination. If you think your bags of shit are in need of their own place on the train, please know that everyone is silently judging you for being an asshole, because the place on the train for your shit is the floor.

The Sleepers

These people give zero fucks. They have nowhere important to be so if they fall asleep on the T and wake up at the wrong stop – it doesn’t even matter! The funniest part of the people who sleep on the train is when they snore…or drool. The worst part is when it’s the person next to you and they’re slowly drooping on to your shoulder.

The Parents

Probably the worst people you can possibly get stuck on a crowded train with. Some parents are fine and actually have adorable, well-behaved children. But the ones who have either been absent from their child’s baby-hood or generally don’t care to be considerate of others really piss everyone off. What is worse than a baby crying loudly in a small space that you cannot exit? Not even death. The best part is when the parents don’t even make any basic attempts to soothe the crying infant. Seriously. It happens. Parents out there – please be considerate of those of us who have had a long day and put a muzzle on your child.

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