voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir

As my dear friend Shannon would say, shit just got real. Of course we all try to put off the inevitable out of our imagination, but tonight, shit just got real. My good friends Cesar and Sabine had their going away dinner tonight at Kiki's French Bistro. Despite the impromptu aspect of it, a lot of us were able to attend. Especially Tatiana, whom I have not seen in years! And since half the table were French people, we ordered lots of wine. And escargot. And fois gras. The wine I can do, but not the others. Especially after Nicholas explained how snails are prepared before being cooked, and how fois gras are led up to the point of such "delicacy" in taste and texture. I can certainly understand why those PETA folks have their panties all scrunched up in a wad. Don't get me wrong, I'm a PETA person myself. Just a different one: People Eating Tasty Animals. =)

Anyway, I guess next weekend the two of them are heading to France. And it hit me. After their brief return for the wedding ceremony some time in the summer, I will not see them a whole lot anymore. These are people I am close with and have known for over seven years. And the only two folks I knew in Chicago when I first moved here. Wow. Although I am a bit sad, I am kind of secretly hoping that they would not get a job there in France so they can return. How selfish of me. But seriously, for a country where racism and social divide are still ever present, I can only imagine how hard it is going to be for Cesar, of Mexican descent, to get a job there. I mean, I don't want him selling churros in the streets of Paris, you know! Ha ha ha.

So we were all being obnoxious tonight with the wine flowing freely. We saw EMT crews come in and assist an old lady. We suspected that the escargot had brought her the sudden fainting. But she turned out fine in the end. Then there were the strange items on the menu. The classic snobby server that is unmistakably French in attitude. Our behavior in the restaurant was totally French too. We made other patrons turn their heads. C'mon! These Americans expected the fake, classic atmosphere you see on movies when they're set in French restaurants? Get real! They got a real taste of what loud, obnoxious French patrons can be! We brought France to them! =)

What did we talk about... Oh, there were the shaved balls. The coupon that was pulled out of my ass. The server dropping the coupon with a bad look in the face. People purportedly pissing in their seats on Air India. {I really think that's an urban legend.} I guess you can't use the seat cushions for flotation devices then. The retarded tourt aux pomme. Oh my... The conversations on the table were loud and immature. But how else do we stay funny in light of the heavy acknowledgement of their sudden departure? Exactly, right?

Okay, I'm just a bit drunk. And I felt like blogging. It has been a weird week, and I am not liking it. I'm sure all this does not make sense, and not even blog-worthy. I guess I can go shave my balls. Except I'm Asian, so I don't have hairy balls. Damn!