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[quote][b]Johan (Jun 21, 2001 04:58 a.m.):[/b] June 19: IAN'S GRAND NIGHT OUT It all started out simple enough, Ian reflected. The evening had begun at l'Institute Tourraine, with the rest of the Americans. They were supposed to be there at 7 pm, to meet the families they would be staying with for the second four weeks of the program. So far so good; Ian found where he needed to go, and his family was the first to arrive. They were a nice enough couple, both about 5'5" tall, and friendly as could be; Ian was very impressed. He was even more impressed when they brought out pictures of their house, and showed him the room he would be sleeping in. Apparently, they had thrown their 26-year-old daughter out of her room for the four weeks, just so he could have a private place to sleep. Ian was grateful, if somewhat racked by guilt. Then dinner started. It was a simple pick-nick, sandwhiches and salads and the like. Wine too, of course. Ian decided to be polite though, and so limited his consumption to three glasses with the family. They chatted and got along nicely, everything went very well. Then came desert. It was these lovely little tartines, with custard and raspberries and chocolate and it was just too tasty for words. After he got his serving, Ian realized that he needed more, so he got up and tracked down the table where the deserts were laid out. While admiring the delicious display, Ian happened to notice a rather forlorn group of females, huddled in the corner - four or five of them. Gentleman that he is, Ian decided to try and cheer them up, so he went over to talk. Upon investigation, however, it turned out that instead of forlorn, they were quite happy. Jovial, even. The reason that they had been huddled so closely was that they had siezed a few bottles - champagne, red wine - and didn't want to draw attention to themselves. Yet they welcomed Ian into their circle readily enough. So he chatted with them for a while, charming and gentlemanly, as always, and if he perhaps had more than a few glasses of champagne, and a healthy amount of wine, who could blame him? It would have been terribly rude to have refused all that they offered him. Needless to say, Ian didn't go back to his table. The family had to track him down to say goodbye, but they seemed understanding enough. This small group was, of course, the last to leave the party, and it was only with great reluctance, but the thought of the bar five minute's walk away was a powerful motivator. So they walked - rather unsteadily - to the bar, and there met up with the rest of the Americans, to celebrate having met honest-to-goodness French people. It was a raucous crowd. Ian himself had two large beers - 50 cl, whatever that is; some meteric nonesense - while his companions had a good three more rounds. Once again, Ian and his merry members of the female persuasion were the last to leave, and this only after last call. Then it was time to return to the dorm, 40 minutes' walk away when sober, an eternity when not. The adventure was only beginning. So they left the bar, and commenced wandering the streets of Tours, loud, drunk, and American. How they managed to find the correct river will be a myster for all time. Sadly, though, though the river was in the right place, the bridge was not, and our band of travellers had to improvise, and cross in the wrong place. Ian, to his credit, was quite vocal in his opposition to crossing in the wrong place, but as so often happens, his voice of reason was ignored, and they crossed two or three miles downstream of the dorm, in a neighborhood none had ever seen... STAT TUNED FOR THE NEXT INSTALLEMENT IN THIS SERIES, "I THOUGHT THE DORM WAS OVER THERE" -OR- "A FOREST WITH A WALL? LET'S GO!!"[/quote]
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