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Monday, March 1, 2010

Tales from a Party

Hi guys, how is everyone doing? Hope all the overzealous natural forces at work is not hampering your daily life. France is being battered by a horrible storm with winds that can lift a human body off the streets! I couldn't sleep through the storm, the howls of the wind was too terrifying and the temperatures magically dipped so it was very cold as well. It's been horrible but mercifully over. I hope the people in Chile are coping well though.

Went for a party last Saturday and I must say I have attended better parties. It was supposed to be a house party by a classmate who moved to Paris away from the school environs. You are thinking fun yeah? Maybe a little.

So I went with another classmate since I can't find my own tail with a compass. We got to the apartment. It was a very nice one complete with marble elevators and English speaking neighbours! We met a few of them 'cos they let us into the foyer. And it's very close to the Metro. Fab!

We met the hostess in sweats and she grabbed me the Nigerian to come make the Jollof rice! Did I mention the party was supposed to start at 9pm? Oh I got there at 9.30 or so. The hostess is a fly African who grew up American. She rarely attends lectures too. I have seen her all of twice since we started classes here, we mostly see on FB!

She was dishing out orders like we were her servants, oh you get the chicken, LusciousRon slice the onions, don't add too much pepper in the sauce for the jollof rice. Oh you go get the paper plates, the store is down the road. etc

On a regular day, I don't mind doing some work to get a party started and ready but sheeeet I did not leave my cosy flat, brave the cold weather, and travel into Paris in heels and flowing hair to come cut onions and ish! When I start reeking of maggi and other condiments at the party what am I supposed to tell other guests? That I had an accident with a curry shop? Puhleeeeeese.

I swallowed my annoyance and made the jollof, lighted the candles and did other minor stuff that kept the party going. It was the kind of party that people come in groups and leave after 2hrs to go to another party or club. And the hostess (we will call her H) kept making disappearing acts for lenthy chunks of time to attend to her stud-wearing-jeans-sagging boyfriend.

I was chatting with some of my classmates when H brought a dude over that he is Nigerian and I should talk to him. Behold a Nigerian that pronounced his name till I got a mild headache. He is supposedly 'Femi' but the way he said it, I asked him to repeat it so many times it sounded like a song! Get this, he speaks the kind of English a 2yr old would speak- very limited and I don't speak much French past what would get me items in a store. His parents are Nigerian but he grew up here. Having a conversation with loud blaring music is terrible at the best of times but having one with someone you cannot communicate with is crazy, besides he ain't that cute so I am not missing anything! I tilted him towards a Norwegian that speaks French and escaped!

I thought I had escaped most of the horrors of the night until a batch of French people came in. They were very drunk from another party. of course they had to do the French air kissing thing. Imagine the stale alcoholic breath coming into your nostrils, its utterly disgusting and 'cos they were drunk the kiss lingered and I had to endure that from about 8 people! I thought I would throw up. They were actually waiting in line to meet a delightful looking lady- their words not mine.

Some time after that, the Naija guy slipped beside me and from what I could decipher, he asked me to walk up to his friend and ask him to dance for me that he can really move. (Do you guys remember those silly games we played in secondary school and early Uni days? Where a guy's friend will tell you to go up to him and ask him to do something? Yes that one) I turned calmly and told him I was tired and the last thing I would do, is walk across the room to ask someone to dance for me! He gave me that incredulous look like, I want to miss the offer of the century. I simply turned to another person and struck up conversation.

I was stuck at the party 'cos the trains stop working at around 1am, so I couldn't go home. We left around 4 after we discovered we could get a bus to our place instead of waiting for the trains to start working. I was so glad. We walked to St. Lazare ran to catch the bus 'cos it was already leaving. Unlike the UK, the buses wait to pick you when they see you running. They even wait at bus-stops close to malls for shoppers.

We got to the Gare and I walked home. It's Sunday the regular buses don't start work until 7.30am. You gotta love France!

So it's winter break this week and I have signed up for a trip to Amsterdam on Wednesday. I have back-to-back presentations immediately after the break so I will be quite busy. I am looking forward to the trip though.
So thats how the past week has been. Have a fab week guys!



So, because you are Nigerians as well, the hostess thought it smart to order you around when you were helping her? Ah. Well, it was nice of you to help her out though.

Hoping all is well! PS. That Naija guy sounds like a hoot!

Ms.O said...

I would have been angry, making me cook after you invited me to a party, err I don think so! Hope you have a better time next time! xx!

Omotee! said...

finally i get to comment, silly internet....

that was some parri o! lol. at least, u r having some kind of fun, lol

Myne Whitman said...

At least you had fun though me I wouldn't have been happy to be ordered around like that sha.

Have a nice week too.

2cute4u said...

This kind of outing annoys me to no end!Waste of time and energy.. plus an hostess that was nasty.
I know when you were preparing for the party, if anyone had tried to persuade you not to go, would've been hell to pay..!glad you experienced it first hand..
Please visit http://helpnigeria.blogspot.com
Thank you so very much

LusciousRon said...

SS: Funny thing she is not Nigerian! her best mate is Nigerian. Ah well I have my nice moments!

Ms.O: I was angry, I just blame myself for carrying my 2 left legs to her place. There certainly wouldn't be a next time!

Omotee: You know me, I always manage to catch my trips

Myne: It was just annoying. No more parties at her place! Whatever it is, she is hosting.

2cute4u: I didn't even want to go for the party. I psyched myself into it. I was thinking, it's Saturday night, don't stay at home go somewhere! LOL

Repressed One said...

Teehee@ cant find my tail with a compass...sounds like me lol

Mehn, i woulda just said i don't know how to make Jollof rice...what rubbish?

That was some party...if nothing else, it gives you a story.

fantasy queen said...

enjoy ur trip and goodluck with your presentation.

Anonymous said...

LMAO... Sounds like something out of a Naija film... The hostess hijacks the guest and enslaves them in a jollof rice making frenzy... So Aki & PawPaw... LOL

Well, bad parties are like bad dates... Perfect anecdotes for the next one... :)

BSNC said...

lol at least you enjoyed yourself..

how have you been?

Anonymous said...

oh dear, u know i live in switzerland...we should totally meet up. want to come visit?

~Sirius~ said...

you tried oh!
made jellof rice for her with her stinking attitude.

LusciousRon said...

Repressed one- You are so right!

Fantasy Queen- Thanks, the first one was good.

F and M- Hehehe! You are naughty nice analogy. Aki & Pawpaw would do something likle that truly

BSNC- Where have you been? I am fine thanks

Temite- You moved? I would love to. I will mail you?

Sirius- I am nice like that :) How are you?