Illustration found at Pink LipstickLast night, I went to my friend Zoé's place in Belleville for wine, cheese and gossip; the ultimate girl's night in. After we caught each other up on the main bullet points of events in our lives, I had to excuse myself to check my facebook on her laptop because I was expecting a note from a friend who is coming into town and is staying at my apartment while I'm away this weekend.
As Zoé was passing to open another bottle of Bordeaux, she couldn't help but notice the computer screen. "Is that porn?" she asked as she grabbed her eyeglasses. I looked up at her with a confused chuckle, "No, this is a Halloween Party photo album of a friend of a friend in The U.S." I said with a nonchalant shrug, "These are just costumes." The look on Zoé's face of horror was priceless. "Costumes?! What costumes? Elles sont nues!" she said in genuine shock at the fact that they were all naked. And drunk. If you haven't picked up on it, Zoé is French and her ideas of American girls being total whores on Halloween have all been confirmed within a matter of seconds. These are the cultural differences that I just thrive off of.
Zoé insisted on seeing the rest of the photos after topping off our glasses. I took great pleasure in showing her slutty French maids (which encouraged a huffy oh là là là from Zoé), a slutty Snow White doing shots, a slutty cat who appeared to be dry-humping Luigi from Super Mario Brothers and her two personal favorite a slutty naked bear and whored-out beer cans. "Un ours pétasse!" she shrieked at the site of the naked bear. "Rabbit, I understand. Cat, I get but bears and beercans? Non, c'est pas vrai!"
After fishing around the album a bit more, we came to the conclusion that the 'bear' got the memo wrong and was supposed to also be part of the slutty beer can posse. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard that it hurt. "Americans mix up beer and bear often?" Zoé sincerely inquired wanting to know if we were being unjust to this poor girl who fell victim to drunk girls in Paris stalking her facebook page. "No, no we don't!" I said with tears of laughter streaming down my face.
I needed a good laugh like this. This was the first time this year that I had a really good one and it felt great. Due to the fact that I'm going away this weekend, I will be missing out on the Halloween 'fun' in Paris but I'm plan on dressing up for work on Friday. I'm torn between slutty American foreigner or bitch from New York. Tough call.
