Art, Javel, and Bass

Since my last entry I have had a couple adventures. So after making that pan of brownies I DID eat half the pan, even though I thought I was kidding. They ended up like ooey gooey fudgey deliciousness that tasted like those Dairy Milk fruit and nut bars -- fave. Success. After I ended up finally making in to the art store, Rougier & Ple. It was a dream come true, I was giggling and pretty much touching everything -- good thing there weren't sales people lurking, they wouldn't have been happy. I ended up spending roughly 20 Euro, which is not bad at ALL considering I got a sketch pad, a stack of 10 watercolor papers, 5 watercolor crayons and a brush. I was getting excited at all the names of brands that were familiar from my art classes, and it was a generally excited time. I giggled and stuff excitedly at the till ... the boy operating it looked at me like I was nuts. Sad face.

Purchases lalala

With the addition of the watercolor pencil crayons,  my supplies are looking pretty well rounded. Now, I just have to start using it!

So after that fun adventure it took me FOREVER to get home, because I'm determined to always end up at my home metro station even if that means transferring an unnecessary amount of times and waiting for trains longer than it would take me to walk. What can I say, I'm using my metro pass to it's full potential!

I got home and made this...

More of the fancy chicken leftovers plus some schmancy scalloped-esque potatoes and mache salad

I ended up playing around with the new art supplies for a little while, just testing how the colours played together and stuff and I went to be pretty early -- very tame day.

Yesterday I was super lazy and just bummer around all morning/early afternoon until I decided I needed to clean my kitchen, shower and... oh god... the shared bathroom. The previous tenant left some spray Javel, which is a bleach product that I guess is what people here use for EVERYTHING (it's like Mr. Clean, but cleaner smelling). So I spent two hours scrubbing away. Which is ridiculous if you think about it, cause my apartment is practically the size of my bathroom back home. The shower was WAY more gross than I was expecting. I thought it was clean, but no. No no. Rinsing out the cloth after the first scrub down was so appalling and shocking I couldn't believe I thought I was getting CLEAN in that thing. BAH! But by then, I had not yet tackled the shared toilettes. 

Something to know about this toilet -- I'm pretty sure I'm just supposed to be sharing it with my nice Swedish neighbor. More people DEFINITELY use it who have another bathroom. I don't understand. And it bothers me. But... c'est la vie.

So, this room had a toilet brush, some toilet cleaner and a broom. Ha. I swept the bathroom, and was surprised how much of it actually needed sweeping. When was the last time someone cleaned this bathroom.... The toilet alone took a good 20 mins. Turns out, the bowl is white. I thought the toilet was beige. Thank you, Javel. The walls also needed scrubbing because someone decided to do some ... uhm.... 'painting' at some point. Maybe they forgot toilet paper, I don't know. I gagged. I also, had double rubber gloves on, and threw out everything I used to clean after, because... it would never feel clean again.

So, an hour of various scrubbings and re-scrubbings and anti-bacterial wipes later -- the bathroom was .... presentable. And then five minutes later someone pees all over the seat. I mean really, people. 

I made an epic dinner or grilled vegis and crepes (crepes are my go-to now), which I didn't photograph because I ate it too quickly and it needed to be hot so the cheese would be gooey and such. 

I proceeded to listen to the entire album of the electronic artist we were going to see that night -- Mustard Pimp (which the french pronounce Moosetard Peemp hehehe). Ten pm-ish I show up at Kendra's we grab nutella crepes (om nom) and listen to some more Mustard Pimp while drinking our french 'champagne' (which, wasn't even legitimate crappy champagne, it was crappy demi-sec that I don't think was even french but... shh).

So we metro down to the show's venue, la Nouveau Casino, which takes us a while to locate (as with everything, it seems... maps are hard, mmk). Cover is 5E before 1 and the lineup is WAY longer than we anticipated so we don't end up getting in until 1:30 ish so we pay 12E ... whatever, the guy we were excited to see wasn't starting till 2 ish anyways. Coat check was bananas cause the lineup competed with the girl's bathroom lineup where puke-tastic events were taking place before our unwilling eyes. Peeing in that bathroom was fun. I would choose my poo-art bathroom over it any day. It could have used a helping of Javel. 

Kendra and I make our way right into the centre of the dance floor where we groove away all cute and pretty -- and then Mustard Pimp starts. The next event shouldn't have surprised me, because I've been to enough concerts, but for some reason I thought at electronic shows people just danced and stuff. Non. Madness ensued around us, above us and below us. Chaotic shuffle to the left and we're out of the most violent part of the battle ... and here it's fun to bounce around off people twice our size and way drunk-er. As we work up our courage we head into the fray eventually, but oh man that was borderline System of a Down. Thank god I wore Doc Martens (tres chic, non? ha). 

Three hours of dancing later ... we have created a series of HILARIOUS dance moves that no one else would understand but us -- actions stemmed from a children's theatre spin-off of Where in the World is Carmen San Diago that played at the Calgary Science Centre back in the 90's ... yes I was so enthusiastic I memorized the actions. Also, there is a guy that is so messed up on something he keeps petting my sweat-drenched head and trying to light my face on fire with his lighter that I really MUST look at! We dance with all sorts of people, score some stickers, get caught on video rocking out like nobody's business (and probably blinding people with our flailing hair... desole), take on the crazy centre pit of madness for the last couple songs, sing along to the two english mixes like we're die-hard fans, and generally burn 10, 000 calories in body-rocking, house-dancing and jump-tastic ways. All the while looking mental compared to how tame everyone else was 'dancing'. 

All around I would pin my first european night out as a success. We then were able to metro home, because the trains were now re-opened for morning commuters. Creepy men tried to talk to us which we said no to, they asked if it was because we were "just boring girls", to which I said, "Oui." We DID however talk to a guy from 40-70 (which one! which one!) km outside of Paris and a girl from Toulouse who were all like, "Get out of Paris! See the rest of France! Don't waste all your time here! People will buy you beers in the south, go to the south!" for a good fifteen minutes. The guy also told us about his trip to Madagascar. Then they gave the warmest of friendly handshakes and were on their way. I loved them. 

I got home a dawn, showered (praise!) and was ready to get into bed around 8 am. I wanted to watch the sunrise but it was so misty and cloudy is just was getting brighter with no color but gray. I only slept maybe 4 hours for some reason and today I am not getting out of my pj's at all. I bought these pj's yesterday at Carrefour -- best decision possible. 

Anyways! I am now making rice pudding which I will have with a lovely pot of tea and I will probably watch Twilight because this is not a day which I will be using my brain. It's bruise from all the head-banging. 

Au revoir and bisous!