I would have liked to talk about our trip to Nice, because that was the most fun I had over the trip, but J Buckets (Jonathan) already covered that. Annecy was also very awesome, but L Train (Lindsay) beat me to that, so I have decided to just give a brief overview of my thoughts, opinions, and exploits of the general France nightlife.
Upon arriving in good ol’ Grenoble, as I like to call it, I was a bit overwhelmed. I didn’t really know what to think, how to act, where to be, or how to get there. What I did know, is that this was an opportunity that I was not going to let pass me by with out fully experiencing it. The first thing many of us did was picked up some of the bare necessities from the grocery store, ya know, beer, wine, maybe a bottle of booze, whatever floats your boat. As I walked to the back of the grocery store I laid my eyes on a beautiful site, a case of beer, but not just any case of beer, Kanterbrau beer. From the instant I saw it I knew it was love at first site, and we would have a beautiful 4 week relationship. Okay, sorry, to get back on topic.
After finishing off about 10 to 12 of those pretty little 8 oz green bottled Kanterbrau’s, I and whatever soldiers wanted to take the on the night, would make our way out on the town. Through out the weeks many KB’s were drank and many bars were infiltrated by the SIU crew. I enjoyed most of the bars, including the rugby bar, sun valley, but the one I visited most often I can’t seem to remember the name of it…but it’s a bar, what do you do in bars? Drink heavily, what does drinking heavily do the memory? Deteriorates it, so stop sweatin’ me. Maybe one of my classmates remembers I’m sure Jonathan does, that may have been where he met his “Lady Friend.”
Obviously one of aspect of “night life” is communicating with other bar patrons, or what you might call “sptting some game.” This proved to be very, very difficult due to the language barrier. It’s hard enough not sounding like a drunken idiot when talking to an attractive girl at pinch penny pub in our native English language, let alone attempting to talk to a pretty French girl in a bar you don’t know, and in a language you’ve never learned. But do you think that stopped me from trying? Nope, sure didn’t. Every once in a while you could find some people who spoke good to decent English and you could make it work, but often, in my case, it would go something like this: Bonjour, Parlez vous anglais? No. Au revior. That being said every night I did go out, I enjoyed it. Got to experience chartreuse, underwear in a gumball machine, the beverage known as desperato, and interesting outdoor bathroom/porter potty/drains things.
Now I would like to talk about my disappointing nightlife experience in the almighty Paris. I went in thinking it was going to be awesome, and it was okay I guess, but not quite awesome. One of the nights there me and a couple guys got all dressed up and went to the Eiffel Tower, had a great high class dinner, then attempted to hip up a night club. I’m not much of a nightclub kind of guy to begin with, but I was in Paris so I was willing to give it a shot. We first walked around for what seemed to be forever, hopping on and off of the subway. Finally we found the place we were looking for and get in line, the line is moving rather quickly so I’m starting to get a little excited. We get to the first large bouncer station and move on. However, things didn’t go so smoothly at the second bouncer station, the guy takes a good look at us and opens up the rope, unfortunately it wasn’t the rope to get in the club, it was the rope to get out of line because they weren’t going to let us in. Why you ask? Because we didn’t have enough girls in our group. I understand that pretty girls are good for business, but nonetheless I took it as a personal slap in the face from Paris, like it was trying to say, “Steve you’re not good enough for this night club.” That being said, I will never return to that nightclub again, especially when I am rich and famous, because I do hold grudges…take that Paris. All kidding aside, I did really enjoy Paris, just wish I had more time to give Paris a chance to redeem itself, as 2 days just wasn’t enough. I guess after living in Carbondale for 4 years, I have grown accustomed to the slow life, so I was a little excited to return to Grenoble for the last week. So all in all the nightlife was pretty awesome. Overall I had an amazing trip, I don’t think I could have asked for a better time with a better group of people.