22 September, 2006


I was feeling a little unconnected from the world here yesterday. Last weekend I met two really cool French people around my age, and I emailed them both on Monday, and neither of them had got back to me. And I didn't have any plans to do anything cool with the EAP people this weekend, either. So that (and PMS) made sitting in my room moping about how nobody loved me a fairly appealing idea.

However, I have the most wonderful mother in the world (no offense to other mothers reading this, but really, there's no comparison), and when she hears I'm moping about how nobody loves me she always tells me to go out and find somebody to play with, because she knows that in fact people generally do love me, they just don't always know where to find me. So I went upstairs where Jack and Daniel and Rodrigo and Lyra and Katya were talking, and I chatted with them for a while (these are people I quite like but with whom I don't end up spending much time, because their idea of fun is to go to bars late at night. And while I would, in theory, like to go to bars late at night, in practice I don't really like to do anything except for sleep late at night). Then Katie (whom I quite like and with whom I spend a significant amount of time, because her idea of fun is to go wander around Grenoble and gossip and find interesting small restaurants and eat meat in them, which is something you can do at any time of the day or night and also, honestly, what I would spend all my time doing if I could) showed up, and then Jessica showed up, and they and most of the other people I usually hang out with had spent the day at the HUGE HUGE HUGE shopping mall at the end of one of the tram lines. This, unfortunately, fostered for a while the idea that no one loved me. However, that idea was very easy to defeat, because I had not, in fact, been there when they left, so it would have been pretty hard for them to invite me.

Katie and Jessica were going downstairs to tell Antoine thanks for the dinner he'd cooked them a couple nights ago, I think when I was out with Mary and Travis. Antoine deserves his own post, and he may or may not get it, so here I'll say that he's the 70-year-old man who helps at the reception and seems to do odd jobs around here. I asked if I could come with them, and they said of course, so the three of us went down and knocked at Antoine's door and went in and talked with him for a while. That was lots of fun, 'cause all four of us are extremely talkative, and so at least half the time there was more than one person talking at once, and whoever shouted loudest got to finish their story. After a while Karen and her friend Dennis-who's-visiting showed up to go out to a restaurant with Katie and Jessica. I hadn't been invited ("Oh no! No one loves me! Shut up, Eleanor, you weren't there to invite!"), and I was thinking about whether I could swing asking if I could come too, but before I figured out how I was going to do it Antoine asked me if I'd eaten, and I said no, and everyone said, Oh, you have to come with us! Where were you today? We missed you! Why didn't you come? Then I stopped worrying if anyone loved me.

So we all headed over to La Planche au Bois ("The Wooden Plank," more or less. They serve all their food on these wooden cutting board things), which has become my favorite restaurant in Grenoble. In the interest of full disclosure, Grenoble is not famed for the quality of its restaurants, but the food's good there, and not too expensive, and the waiter is really nice. I'd been once before, with almost the same group of EAP people, and I'd given the waiter the little card that explains about celiac disease, and he'd been really nice about it and understood everything. When we came back this time he remembered me, so I didn't have to do anything, and he got major points for that. It was a really nice dinner.

When we were done with dinner it was about 11.30, and I had pretty well faded. Everyone headed over to Nicole's apartment, and I came with them, but I left after a couple minutes and came back home to sleep. And when I got home I found an email from the nice French boy I met on the train last Friday saying that he was really really sorry he hadn't gotten back to me but his computer's at his parents' house so he hadn't been able to check his email until now and of course he remembers me and would love to get together some time next week. So I'm feeling much better about life now than I was yesterday morning.


Anonymous Claire said...

Entirely random question. What does apres moi le deluge mean? With the down accent on the e in apres. Accent grave, or whatever.

5:54 AM  
Anonymous Mom said...

After me comes the flood. That is, after I die, the government will collapse and lots of bad things will happen.

9:59 AM  
Anonymous Claire said...

ah, thanks.

6:19 AM  
Anonymous boo said...

1: yep, the shouting so you can finish your story if you're the loudest is DEFINITELY our family. nice to know that hasn't changed.

2: Eleanor, everyone loves you. if you ever start thinking like that again, call me, I don't care what time it is, and I'll yell at you for a while, stow away aboard an airplane, come and smack you upside the haed, then give you a hug. THAT'S how much I, and rather a lot of other people, too, love you.

2:33 PM  
Anonymous boo said...

and yes, claire, it is a depressing quote. where did you hear it?

2:35 PM  

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