Uh oh....

For those of you who remember my last trip to France.... I am a bar-glass klepto. That's right. When we had our going away dinner at the end of the summer program in Nice two years ago, I stole my French shot glass and now it's nestled away safely at home. That is, if another large earthquake hasn't knocked it off my shelf again.

Then last night -- gotta love free Tuesday nights because I have the middle of the week off! -- we went to Natalie's boy's going away party in Old Antibes. First of all, I wish he was going away every weekend! The kid got so drunk that he just decided he would start buying rounds of drinks for anyone who remotely knew Natalie. Meaning, I had four free drinks. Tally off another night of me not having to pay for either food or drinks! Oh and the word food reminded me, we got tasty little tapas appetizers with our drinks, which also reminds me that Kathy and I attempted to make -- and successfully pulled it off -- paella which I bought from the local grocery store. It was easy and delicious and only cost about 3-4 Euros. So I'll definitely be doing that again! Anyways, I guess the drink of choice for everyone all night long was screwdrivers and they came in these adorable little Absolut glasses.


...Which are now sitting on my desk, thank you very much.

I know I kind of sound like an out-of-control mess right now, but believe me, that's so far from the truth. This is only the third or fourth time in nearly two months that I've been to a bar or club out here.

But while we were out, I randomly "checked my phone," to make it less obvious what I was really doing with my purse when I realized I had a new texto! Can we guess from who...? That's right, Ludo.

So I'm going to officially say it for the first time. After a little back-and-forth text conversation last night, I think I'm starting to get a crush. Uh oh. Either way, he offered to let me tag along the next Sunday when they go rock climbing, which sounds super exciting to me!

The night ended by walking back with Kathy to her place in Juan-les-Pins, because she lives much closer to the downtown area than I do and it's smarter to walk the night streets in pairs. Obviously after four drinks I was feeling a little unlike myself, to put it nicely. But I noticed that in that moment I was having the hardest time speaking English, NOT because I had been drinking, but because I realized that I was almost completely thinking in French!

Wow, that's a big change from what I've usually been like here and it's certainly a welcomed one. I could get used to this talking and thinking in (American) French all the time!