In the two months that I have neglected this space, I have gained meaningful employment, saw old friends, made new ones, projectile-vomited that reeked the building I live in, and buried an uncle while away at a wedding.
These past weeks have been especially interesting. I attended my first ever French Jewish wedding. Needless to say, it was interesting: the DJ bore a resemblance to Cat Stevens (before he became known as Yusof Islam), the first dance was to 'Blue Danube', the bride and groom headbanged to 'Highway to Hell' (as requested by the wedding witness) and the groom didn't have a tie for his own wedding because Parisian ties were not good enough. Damn those Parisian ties.
While it may seem like a wedding in France is the ideal getaway for us Londoners, it must be noted that it took us a good 14 hours to get there - as a basis for comparison, it took our New Yorker friends 11 hours to get to the same place. Nonetheless, Brittany is absolutely gorgeous, the stuff of picture books. Not the same can be said of the girls.
Things are remarkably different now from just two weeks ago. The weather too has changed; it's colder now and even when I seek out sunshine, the chilly undertone of the atmosphere can be felt on one's skin. Already, I feel like a veteran, a creature of habit and routine. Like the beginning of most things bad for you, this feels almost pleasurable and most certainly good.
These past weeks have been especially interesting. I attended my first ever French Jewish wedding. Needless to say, it was interesting: the DJ bore a resemblance to Cat Stevens (before he became known as Yusof Islam), the first dance was to 'Blue Danube', the bride and groom headbanged to 'Highway to Hell' (as requested by the wedding witness) and the groom didn't have a tie for his own wedding because Parisian ties were not good enough. Damn those Parisian ties.
While it may seem like a wedding in France is the ideal getaway for us Londoners, it must be noted that it took us a good 14 hours to get there - as a basis for comparison, it took our New Yorker friends 11 hours to get to the same place. Nonetheless, Brittany is absolutely gorgeous, the stuff of picture books. Not the same can be said of the girls.
Things are remarkably different now from just two weeks ago. The weather too has changed; it's colder now and even when I seek out sunshine, the chilly undertone of the atmosphere can be felt on one's skin. Already, I feel like a veteran, a creature of habit and routine. Like the beginning of most things bad for you, this feels almost pleasurable and most certainly good.
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