It was my 22nd birthday recently! I’m happy that I was able to spend it abroad, finally.
The first half of the day was very low-key. Birthdays are always a weird time of year for me so I treated myself to a day in, catching up on the web, napping, and reading.
Starting from 16:00, the shenanigans began with a run up the Bastille… where I learned that I’m an out-of-shape 22-year-old. I wasn’t sure if it was the angle of the slopes or if I really can’t run anymore, but I could only do one slope run, followed by a slope walk.
On the way down (the only time we could really talk), we chatted about what to eat for dinner. Of course we would dream about our next luxurious meal while trying to stave off obesity.
We decided to order sushi for the first time from Sushi Shop. Compared to the sushi I got at Carrefour at that one low point of my life when I needed a fix, it was much better. Compared to the sushi I’ve had back in the states, it wasn’t that great. I think I was most disappointed in the temaki, because of its size and how deflated it looked.
While the food took 1 hour to get here, we cleaned up real good.
And ate cake batter while waiting for the cake to rise.
There, I was treated to some pretty amazing birthday shots:
As we were leaving, a guy in his mid-30s approached me to ask if I was American. His reason being that only Americans danced the way we did in bars. Arnaud later told me that he had been watching us for hours.
I’ve never been so grateful that guys here don’t sneak attack you on the dance floor.