On Wednesday night I went to le Caveau des Oubliettes for a second time. It was aight.
Ever since going with Ria a few weeks ago, I promised myself that I'd go back and try to sing there before leaving Paris. But I chickened out, to put it plainly. Plus my asthma's been giving me trouble for the past week, and I was neither prepared nor in the mood to perform in front of people. So singing didn't happen.
This evening's concert featured a singer/bassist by the name of Patrick Ruffino. He was passionate and skillful and all, but he was doing too much in my opinion. I honestly think he forgot where he was (hello, this is a tiny music space in the basement of a bar, not le Stade de France). He kept saying that we (the crowd) weren't hype or animated enough, and he kept trying to get us to sing lyrics in his native language together. I understand him wanting his performance to be interactive and to have everyone be a part of it, but his "this is MY show, y'all need to get with the program" attitude really turned me off. He was even trying to direct the jam session! The. JAM. session. Where each musician is supposed to get their time to shine the way they want to. But no, he insisted on having the other musicians follow his lead, while still trying to get everyone on their feet singing in his native language. You're surrounded by artists, man! Just let it flow! Geez. I don't know. The whole
HD Diner at Bastille. HD has six locations in Paris, but Bastille is the newest so we went to that one. The franchise has this pink-and-blue, 1950s American diner style theme and decor that's corny in a cute way. I ordered "The Favorit Burger", one of their most popular. Cyn and Louisa both ordered the "Colorado Burger". I was impressed! Never had a burger with an egg on it before (haven't had a burger in years, really) and "The Favorit" did not disappoint. The girls seemed to be just as pleased with their selections.
I finished my meal off with a vanilla milkshake, and then we all took a picture together before returning to the metro and going our separate ways. At one point Louisa said something like "This is the last time we're all going to be together like this," and then I got a little sad. This whole week I've just been focusing on being done with work, like Come on now! I'm tired of this! I'm over this routine! Why can't it be Friday at 18h already?! ("Je ne veut pas travailler" has been my theme song this week.) But it wasn't until Louisa said what she said that I realized Oh yeah, that's right. I'm leaving. I won't see y'all anymore. Paris won't be all around me anymore. I know that's a little late to have realized the reality of a plan that's been in place since before I got here (Friday finish internship, Saturday go home). But like I said, my focus had been elsewhere up until that moment. Anyway, as sad as it is knowing that this was our last time hanging out for the time being, I'm really glad that Cyn and Louisa took the time to have dinner with me. Merci les filles! Vous me manquerez!
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