Oh La Lauren

awww thanksgiving. or as we toasted to last night, “sanksgeeveeng.”

i was getting sick of facebook status updates about flying home / seeing family / eating turkey / black friday.

normally on thanksgiving i really reflect on the things i’m thankful for. this year just wasn’t the same because it didn’t feel like thanksgiving! grant and i went to see the christmas windows at the Galeries Lafayette, we went to the Opera Garnier and went for a tour inside (holy crap…amazing), took a quick photo op at the eiffel tower, hung out at the SBC office, went to the Musée d’Orsay (how can you have 13 rooms under construction at once? grrr), and then to the Sweet Briar thanksgiving dinner.

The dinner was at a restaurant near Boulevard St. Germain, an area that was very chic in the old days and still retains some of that charm today. The place was beautifully decorated with waiters in black and white ensembles. It was called Vagenende.

The meal was a delicious tarte aux legumes with zucchini and carrots maybe? Then we had turkey with mashed potatoes and peas, and then dessert was a chocolate mousse cake. More wine than water was served.

To make the story I’m about to tell funny, it must be noted that Grant is straight. Well, this (bizarre) boy named Adam in my program had taken a liking to him when we came to the SBC office earlier. Then at the restaurant he asked Grant if he could sit next to him, and Grant said yes, but then was like…oh no, Lauren, we’re going to have to talk a lot so he doesn’t talk my ear off. So Adam was hitting on Grant the entire time. Best line? Grant kept talking about how hot he was in the restaurant, and Adam was like, “You’re so hot you’re burning up!” and Grant goes “Actually, I think I’m cooling down now” and Adam goes “Well I might have been talking about something else.” Hahaha. Well then a bit later Adam and I speak in French right over Grant:
“Lauren, tu avais tort, il est vraiment beau!”
“Adam, il n’est pas homosexuelle!!”
“VRAIMENT?!”
“Ouiiii je t’ai dit!! Et il sais que tu le drague! Il n’est pas bête!”
And then Adam got up to talk with other people and didn’t really come back to his seat for the rest of the night. Oh, and Grant picked up on the word “homosexuelle.” Note: Grant is not gay, and as he said, if he were, it wouldn’t be for Adam.

Another funny event of the evening: On the way over to the restaurant, I told Grant that the name of the restaurant was “Vagenende” if he should see it. I said it with English pronunciation, and then the French way, and realized that no matter what language it was, the name sounds like vagina. This topic came up at the dinner table, and we got on the topic of how to say vagina in French, which is vagin. We were all saying “vagin vagin vagin” when the waiter came over with our first course and starting saying a million times over “Vagenende Vagenende Vagenende…” except I thought he was saying vagin also. Our entire table was cracking up, realizing that we should have been more discreet about our conversation.