Holy Crepes!!

Friday night Sylvie and Audrey held a crepes party at their apartment in Mitte. A good time was had by all. Cyril was there, along with the other person I met from the first boat party some weeks ago who was patient enough to help me with my German, but who’s name I can’t remember, plus a couple of people from Italy who are here as part of the same program as the French girls, along with Ebba and Eva (from Sweden) from my German class, and a few others I’m missing. I think I counted no less than 6 languages in representation there – French, German, Spanish, Italian, Swedish, and of course English. I was actually fascinated to learn that Eva’s mother tongue is English. I can’t remember the details well, but I believe she’s from the UK, and has travelled and lived in a number of places giving her an interesting hybrid of accents. She’s also a huge Lost fan and has advised me to check it out. Perhaps. Not sure if I need a new show right now.

Anyway, the kitchen was busy frying up crepes – very thin, light, fluffy pancakes which you put chocolate or fruit or whatever on and roll up in order to swallow down. I was not the tiniest bit hungry, having just eaten before I got there, yet they were so light (even with Nuttela) that I had no problem putting down one or two. MMmmmmm… delicious. I even grabbed the pan for a few (successful I might add) flips.

I must say a word about French fashion (assuming that a generalization can be made based on Sylvie and Audreys’ styles). Now, I know nothing of fashion, even less about French fashion, yet something about their styles was unmistakably French, and aesthetically fascinating. Somehow it complimented their paralyzing French accents in the perfect way, creating a unique, synesthetic experience.

And then there was dancing. Then the limbo stick came out (of course with my back, it made sense for me to opt out of this one). And eventually the party evolved (or devolved, I’m not quite sure) into a conga line which, though not initially involved in at all, I somehow ended up leading and ultimately killing when I made a wrong turn into the kitchen.

Again, a good time was had by all.