Today my queer theory class was invited to brunch at, Coquelicot, a restaurant in Montmartre owned by friends of the prof. The aim of the brunch was to serve as a way for us all to better get to know one another.
What happened wasn't exactly that.
When the class finally fully assembled in front of the Pigalle metro exit the differences between personality types became dreadfully apparent as my 3 roommates and I stood back quietly and listened to everyone else trying to talk over one another about their exploits the night before. At one point the prof, taking a break from listening to their cacophonous stories, turned to my roommates and me and said that he had been right in rooming us together since we were obviously the more quiet ones.
Then we were off to brunch and made to fill in the upstairs tables at Coquelicot where there was space enough for us to sit amid their clientele. This means of course that we broke ourselves off according to who we know and so my roommates and I quickly grabbed a table with only enough space for ourselves.
And so what passed was a wonderful brunch of a huge cup of café au lait and slices of brioche topped with confiture and Provençal honey but made slightly less enjoyable by having to listen to endless senseless chatter from the table behind us. Something that made me feel slightly more comfortable though was the fact that the French had the same strained look on their faces that I did from this conversation.
After the brunch was finished and we walked to the metro stop to part ways one of the students requested a picture of all of us and then told us all to gather in front of the carousel near the metro entrance. When this same girl kept saying how she wasn't sure how to approach someone and ask for a picture or even what to say, I decided that the only way that I would possibly be able to leave was to go up and ask someone for myself. So with a slight hair flip I walked past her and walked up to the first man I saw and asked for a picture of French before turning around and saying, "There, get ready so we can go!" - not the cheeriest ending to our brunch and I'm sure that now I've divided myself from the rest even more but I'm past the point of caring.
What happened wasn't exactly that.
When the class finally fully assembled in front of the Pigalle metro exit the differences between personality types became dreadfully apparent as my 3 roommates and I stood back quietly and listened to everyone else trying to talk over one another about their exploits the night before. At one point the prof, taking a break from listening to their cacophonous stories, turned to my roommates and me and said that he had been right in rooming us together since we were obviously the more quiet ones.
Then we were off to brunch and made to fill in the upstairs tables at Coquelicot where there was space enough for us to sit amid their clientele. This means of course that we broke ourselves off according to who we know and so my roommates and I quickly grabbed a table with only enough space for ourselves.
And so what passed was a wonderful brunch of a huge cup of café au lait and slices of brioche topped with confiture and Provençal honey but made slightly less enjoyable by having to listen to endless senseless chatter from the table behind us. Something that made me feel slightly more comfortable though was the fact that the French had the same strained look on their faces that I did from this conversation.
After the brunch was finished and we walked to the metro stop to part ways one of the students requested a picture of all of us and then told us all to gather in front of the carousel near the metro entrance. When this same girl kept saying how she wasn't sure how to approach someone and ask for a picture or even what to say, I decided that the only way that I would possibly be able to leave was to go up and ask someone for myself. So with a slight hair flip I walked past her and walked up to the first man I saw and asked for a picture of French before turning around and saying, "There, get ready so we can go!" - not the cheeriest ending to our brunch and I'm sure that now I've divided myself from the rest even more but I'm past the point of caring.
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