Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

or rather don't.

I just had a pleasant dinner with my host mother, her daughter, and her thirty-something son (who doesn't live with his mom but gives off the distinct impression that he does) who I just met for the first time. As usual the dinner was fab but very late. We started off on innocent enough conversations: movies and actors. Then we somehow got on to family business. Particularly the affairs of the divorced-father's family. Damn. Never heard such fast French and so many derogatory statements in French. Luckily all three would stop every five minutes to fill me in on the gossip in very fast Franglish. Needless to say it was very amusing and probably good for the language skills. Something like the night the pic above was taken.

Oh, I so have an expose to give tomorrow and I'm not done. Not that I'm procrastinating or anything. Tim is trying to convince me to go out right now on AIM. Give me the strength to say no. Or not drink that much so I can get my ass up in the morning to finish.