Les Grosses Têtes.

I first subscribed to the French radio program 'Les Grosses Têtes' maybe two years ago, in a fit of podcast excitement. At the time, it was far too difficult for me to really follow, so I never really got into it.

Apparently my French has improved at least a little, because it's a fair amount like Wait Wait Don't Tell me ... A panel of mostly old, mostly men. Lascivious. But often hilarious, and the panel is filled with characters.

Well, RTL, the company that owns the show, has the recording studio in Paris ... and Julien signed us up to go this past Wednesday. It was cool to be in the live audience, but also a bit weird. We decided we like listening on the radio better, ultimately, but it's great to have gotten the chance to see a taping!

Jacques Mailhot et Bernard Mabille ...

Jean Jacques Peroni, Chantal Ladesou, Amanda Lear ...

The big guy, the host, Philippe Bouvard.

World Domination.

Jess and I have devised a strategy. Here's the game plan:

Here's the map. Need to get mini soldiers to put on top. Perhaps Matchbox cars and Polly Pockets too?

Jess gets North America, except Texas will be surgically removed and placed in the black hole that is Alaska.

I get Europe and Russia.

Emma gets South/Central America because of her experience with drug crazed law. And Spanish ... sorta.

Bill gets Africa, because it's his thing.

We're letting Hillary Clinton have the Middle East ... maybe she can lay the smackdown.

Dave gets East Asia. We think he'll like the culture of all work and no play. Psych, we thought he would be most successful at changing that.

Australia is the Community Chest. Antarctica and the Arctic are TBD.

BOYS'S not geting it.

Near Chatelet. Ugh.

Hello, Graduate School.

Regardless of where I end up next year, I have to accept my offer from Penn State to even be considered for a deferment.

And it's off :)

Easterly shenanigans!

Easter brunch ... oops? A Lindt chocolate bunny, mmmmm.

For Easter yesterday a few friends and I went to Charlotte's sister's place in Versailles (did everybody follow that link?) to make the most of the strange weather we've been having. We made flammenkusch, crepes, and ate lots of random other stuff.

I even helped chop onions. Skills, I know.

Since I'm such a nice friend, I let Guillaume take a nap...

Not.

Then we attempted to make crêpes. Not sure what the problem was, but we were having some issues. Eventually Bastien got the situation under control.

Then we decided that we needed to go stroll around Versailles to snap ourselves out of the looming food comas. So we took our Easter eggs and headed to the gardens. We didn't actually go to the Chateau's main gardens because there was a musical water show thing, but we went to another big garden/park next to it and played some frisbee. Bastien failed to complete this pass.

It was fun to toss again. It has been forever.

The weather was weird ... It would rain, then be sunny, then cloudy, then combinations of two or more at the same time. So pretty much Syracuse. Apparently France and New York have traded weather for this month. UNFAIR.

Charlotte and Guillaume gave us a demonstration of Tai Chi. Like old people on a beach.

Then Guillaume took distance shots of us dancing along the edge of the pond thing.

In spite of my traditional talents, I managed NOT to fall in.

After Charlotte and I gave each other piggybacks, I attempted to demonstrate my strength. Apparently photos fail to adequately portray my capacities.

Versailles Cathedral thing. Pretty pretty.

Then, like the old biddies that we are, we came home and made tea and more or less all fell asleep. At 6pm. Oh geez, my life :) Fortunately a rousing game of Time's Up (More or less Catchphrase, but with only people. Do we have this game in the US?) was enough to snap us out of it.

For the record, Bastien and I won.

Today is Easter Monday, and it's a holiday. AKA, I refuse to get dressed and I slept until noon. Ahhhhhhh, relaxation :) Happy Easter everyone!

*Reminder*

Now that it's still light when I leave babysitting, the contrasts reminded me where I am. I've gotten so used to seeing the Eiffel Tower that I almost don't notice anymore.

Almost.

BOY'Z can't spel good?

Apostrophe z? Unacceptable.

(Some random store we walked by in the Marais.)