Saturday night the clouds parted, the
planets aligned, and heaven created a day in my honor: my going away
fête ([
feh-
tt]:party).
Ok, no, I'm not quite that narcissistic (yet!), but with all the delicious food (in line with polylgot American culture, a truly global feast:
lasagna, cucumber and tomato salad, chips and salsa, cream torte, cheese plate), gifts, cocktails, and company involved, I don't see why the country didn't just declare the week before my departure a national holiday.
Everyone arrived at 6:30 pm, and stumbled off drunk around 2:00 am, just in time for me to crawl into bed and sleep off a potential
gueule de bois ([goo-
wl doo bwa]: hangover). What I learned from the whole night: mix a splash of
Chambord liqueur with a glass full of champagne, top off with a raspberry, and you have a
refreshing, colorful, delicious drink in your hands straight from France. Who knew?
A big
merci ([
mehr-see]: thank you) to my family for spending Saturday night together. I can't wait until the next family gathering, when baby Sedona will be at the table too. In the meantime, I leave in six days and here I am, procrastinating in front of
Blogger. I never learn.
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