30 Day Photo Challenge – Day 17: Lyon
Sometimes love is about stopping your gf from throwing potatoes from the balcony of your 7th floor apartment
We almost didn’t make it to the Prefecture this morning because some guy in the hotel next door kept us up ALL NIGHT with his stupid music. It was sort of funny at like 1AM when we were still up:
I’m not sure what was going on but the music kept getting weirder:
Two hours later…
By this point K was starting to lose it. It was 3AM. She wanted to throw things—potatoes, she said—from the balcony in the hopes of hitting the guy. I told her not to do that because I’m occasionally the sensible one. She settled for calling the hotel, which re-directed her to the central hotel offices somewhere that was not here and was therefore entirely unhelpful.
I’m not really sure how the conversation went but I’m pretty sure it was something like:
I’m writing down your complaint. See? Writing it down right here. And I will make sure to send it to someone who gives a crap tomorrow morning. Okay? But really I’m just doodling naked pictures of boobs while watching porn. Just kidding. I’m actually masturbating. What are you wearing?
The music then got LOUDER. And LOUDER. It was like the guy noticed our lights were out and said, “Oh good, they’ve gone to bed. LET’S CRANK THIS BABY UP!”
BOOM BOOM BOOM BAAAAHHH RAAAAAA CHAAAAA BOOM BOOM BOOM SCREEECH BOOM BOOM WAKALAKACHIKI LAAAA BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM MEOW MOO BOOM *flute solo*
After several hours of putting up with this madness we were both starting to lose our minds.
K and I are very different. When faced with stressful situations I tend to take the “let’s make fun of this” approach.
So this was me in bed:
K on the other hand, gets really angry and irritated and then she starts thinking about all of the things that are wrong with the world and how unfair life is and how this person blasting music at 6AM is really the embodiment of all of those unforgivable things that makes life impossible for good, innocent people. Plus he’s probably the type of person who kicks puppies and cuts in front of people in long lines.
Since murder is still illegal, K settled for calling the police, who may or may not have actually done anything about the noise. But eventually the music stopped and we fell asleep.
When the alarm went off (approximately an hour and a half later), we noticed that the guy had all the shutters closed so that pesky things like the sun would not disturb his precious sleep. K and I were basically walking around like zombies, mumbling, “Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….” while pawing uselessly at the cupboards.
Eventually we made it to the Prefecture.
Normally we spend about five or so hours sitting at the Prefecture, waiting.
We went in, got our number, and pondered our next move. We decided to test the speed at which the Prefecture was operating today so we took note of where the sign was:
Now serving: 433
We decided to walk down to the nearest stationary store since I wanted to buy a Rhodia Webnotebook and I thought they might have one (they didn’t). So we took our time walking down there. Stopped to look at apartment listings we couldn’t possibly afford. Got to the store. Looked around. Looked around some more. Asked the lady if they had what I was looking for. Nope. Then we walked back to see how far the numbers had climbed.
Now serving: 434
Me: I think we have time to go shopping…and maybe take a trip around the world…
K: I wouldn’t go that far. Maybe a trip around Europe.
But first we walked around. And I even took my new camera out for a spin. The camera was really happy not to be taking pictures of coffee for once.
Also, there’s this Swiss Fondue thing happening so they’ve built a Swiss village that’s really a restaurant and wine bar. My first instinct was to yell out, “Fondue for Two!!”(That’s a Glee reference for those of you going, “Huh?”) And K was like, “OMG FONDUE! LET’S HAVE SOME!” Only she doesn’t actually talk like that, because she’s French and proper. And I was like, “OMG IT’S WAY TOO HOT OUT! IF I EAT FONDUE RIGHT NOW I WILL DIE.” Only I don’t actually talk like that, because I’m a sophisticated and worldly author… okay I do sort of talk like that.
So we picked up some sandwiches instead and made plans to come back and have fondue (for two) before the festivities go poof.
Back at the Prefecture, we only waited like 20 minutes, half of which was spent trying to get some sort of network connection on my iPhone and the other half was spent listening to Naya Rivera singing “Back to Black” over and over.
The good news is that my stay permit card was ready, which means we don’t have to go back for another 7 months or so. Thank you, France.
And that was my day. How was yours?
30 Day Questions Challenge – Day 17: (This one also from our studio audience) Are you ever in a bad mood?
Yes! It happens really randomly and unexpectedly. But I don’t stay in a bad mood for very long. Sometimes I am only in a bad mood for 2 or so minutes and then I’m all better.
So, it sort of goes like this:
K: Hey, did you read that article about bees I sent you?
Me: NO AND I DON’T CARE ABOUT BEES BEES ARE UGLY HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT BEES I HATE THEM AND I HATE EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD AND I AM MAD AT EVERYONE LOOK THIS ASSHOLE ON TUMBLR POSTED A PICTURE OF A KITTEN A KITTEN!!!!! THAT ROTTEN BASTARD HOW DARE HE I AM SO ANGRY AT EVERYTHING RARRRR
K: …okay. I’ll just ask you again in five minutes when you’ve stopped being grumpy.
Me: Okay. I’m better now.
I’m just kidding. I’d never be angry about kittens. I LOVE KITTENS. But I am occasionally grumpy. It happens. Here’s a kitten.