....is solely the blood alcohol level. Boy do the French know how to party. The fact that Union can be said in the same breath as the party scene in Rennes, should make any Fraternity brother proud. Ok, so the way it works:
Rennes is a college town home to 60,000 students Sunday-Thursday. On Friday, nearly every French student in the city leaves town to go home and spend the weekend with their family. Thus, Thursday night becomes the "everyone go out and get s^*t canned" night. I cannot remember whether or not I have already mentioned this, but la Rue de la Soif is home to something like 130 bars, all of which were filled to the brim tonight. FILLED. So, while I was partaking in the "Soif"-ing ny friends and I wondered around our new city in hopes of getting all the sights. Tomorrow will most likely venture into the same are and check out the aftermath. I also watched someone actually get thrown, like "un-deux-trois, heave ho" out the door into the gutter. He proceeded to puke, and then get peeled off off the sewer drain by a combination of the cops and his friends. He paid A LOT to get that drunk.
I had my first phone conversation in French today. It was a wild experience. I was calling the Velodrome in hopes of finding SOME kind of bicycle to ride so I don't have to swim (which I still secretly hate), and running which just hurts. I found the best way to handle the language is to introduce myself as an exchange student. Then people address me like an adult, speak to me in French, but slow enough so I can still understand them. In the meantime, it's 1:39 AM, and thats all I've got.
MKB...this is your shout out- you owe me. Miss everyone back at the U.
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