Was looking back over the front page of the blog just now and realized that while I spent a good long while complaining about being 'on the outside looking in' at last week's happy hour, I didn't write ANYthing about the perfectly fun time I had on Saturday evening after work going out with co-workers.
Again, in honor of Chris -- it was his actual last day at Smith's and he wrote a note in this communal notebook that serves as the sophisticated messaging service of the bookstore noting that he would be going to the café next door for drinks after finishing work that evening. So I joined the crew - this time it was just Chris, Helene (with whom I work on the main floor), Coraline (who works upstairs with Chris in the English as a Foreign Language/schoolbooks section), Winky (the other American), and . . . darn it, I can't remember who the last woman was. What a great memory I have. Later, Chris' friend Jean-Pierre -- whom Chris had connet into biking over to haul Chris' stack of gifts home, because Jean-Pierre's bicycle has panniers, where Chris does not -- joined us.
Not a lot to say, other than it was a pleasant evening of gossiping, telling tales, etc. And I did much better because I could hear better and admit to this crowd how I have a hard time figuring things out sometimes. Also, we spoke at least some in English. So I can go be sociable, it's not unattainable!
As a side note, Jean-Pierre, it turns out, sews costumes for French theater productions. Have you ever heard of a career that sounded more positively Parisian and French?!??!
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