The last few days have been... adventurous...
Thursday night : stiching and bitching
Knitting is great. Girlfriends are great. It's even better when you combine the two together. We knitted up a storm, drank lots of coffee, talked a lot, and I'm looking forward to making this a regular event. Although there is something a little wrong about a bunch of anglo girls knitting in a Starbucks... in Paris...
Friday night : a glimpse into Katias teenage years
With the arrival of my latest amazon.fr order, Sylvain and I sat down to watch Waynes World. This movie was a defining movie for me in my teenage years. Although we didn't watch it quite as much as Robin Hood : Prince of Thieves, I'm pretty sure that Charlie and I watched it at least 100 times. So whilst he knew the movie, Sylvain had only ever seen it in French, and at the end of the movie, after "If you're gonna spew, spew into this", "Game on!", "Psycho Hose Beast" and "Who's Anthony? Who's Anthony? My drummer. Ok!", Sylvain looked at me and said, "I understand you a lot better now". I still say Psycho Hose Beast. Sometimes there are no other words that fit.
Saturday : Neo-Mania
After a quick IM conversation, "what are you doing today? nothing? me neither! my husband has left me for the day!", a fellow Neopets addict came over, armed with her laptop, for a Neopets Play Date. We sat at the coffee table, eating grilled cheese on toast, drinking strawberry juice, watching Harry Potter 2 & 3, hooked up to the wifi, and neopetted. "Yes! I just got a high score on Hasee Bounce!" It's less geeky to be a geek in a group than a geek by yourself. Or so we tell ourselves.
Saturday night : Footloose
The fellow Neopets addict and I decided to meet up with her and her husband for Pho and to see a movie. Fell over on the way there. In the middle of a busy road. Saved bag before saved myself (gotta have ones priorities right). Realised left ankle, my weak one, after a "netball incident" ten years ago, was twisted. Badly. Hurt so much that there were vomitty feelings and light-headedness. Stubbornly ignored friends logical pleas that we should go home, and decided to trek on instead. Ate yummy pho. Downed a few painkillers. Watched a movie. Got out of the cinema too late to get home on the regular train and decided to stay at friends place. Sat down in her kitchen, removed shoe and sock and realised that ankle was the size of a canteloupe. Panicked slightly. Downed a few more painkillers and iced foot. Watched mtv, ate popcorn and pretended foot was ok. Slept.
Sunday morning : Footlooser
Woke up to realise foot was still the size of a canteloupe. Decided to call SOS Medecin, who came, poked (squeal!), decided I must get an x-ray tomorrow, then declared me unfit for work for the next few days. At least. Various husbands braved the long lines in the pharmacy to get me millions of painkillers, ice packs, ankle supports and crutches. Yes. Crutches. When I do something, I do it properly.
Sunday afternoon : Car fun
After a delicious Viet-Chinese-related lunch, we jumped into the car to go home. Stopped the car 5 minutes later, to discover that the radiator had cracked. In our new second-hand car. Thank goodness we have a guarantee, although A Person Who Will Not Be Named cleverly left the phone number of the Car Assistance at home. So various husbands MacGyver-ed all afternoon, and managed to patch the radiator up a little using chewing gum, a piece of string and a few twigs, whilst she and I sat in the back of the car, knitted and ate M&Ms. Cos it's not as if we would have been able to do anything useful. With my crutches, it's not even as if I could stand there and look pretty. After 4 hours of hard work, including a visit from the police, "you're in a no-parking zone, move the car now!" and a frantic déplacement of the vehicle, we jumped in the car and drove home. We had to stop about 6 times (including a rather hair-raising pitstop at the roundabout at Alésia), popping the bonnet and refilling the radiator with coolant. But we did get home in one piece.
Lucky I have at least the next three days off, foot in the air, to recover from it all.