Elbows, Parks, and the glory of a Cheeseburger.

One simple sentence, this week sucked. The culminating event, probably the funniest too was the battle I lost with the stairs yesterday. The girls had gotten home from school and had their snack, but Kristin really wanted them to get some fresh air. We decided a trip to the park was a good idea. After what seemed forever we got them out the door! I lead the with the girl's Razor Scooters in hand. While walking down the stairs, I slip and completely eat it down six plus stairs. When I finally stop tumbling down the stupid staris, I hear Addie yell up the stairs completely annoyed, "Mommmmmmm Morgan just fell down the stairs...." Great I have a 4yr old rolling her eyes at me. The thing is if I had fallen down the stairs on any normal day it wouldn't have been a big deal. In our building we have a spiral staircase that wraps around the elevator shaft and normally there is a carpet runner that is fastened to the stairs. It makes the stairs quieter and muffles everyone's noise. Well they had just taken the carpet out to have it cleaned, leaving just the cement staircase. Not only did I fall on concrete stairs but I drilled my elbow so hard I thought I'd chipped it. Well I'm pretty sure I didn't chip I just have a bruise the size of Texas surrounding my elbow. To make matters even more embarrassing the elevator fix-it man watched the entire scene. I was so mortified I got up (scooters still in hand, the question I'm still asking myself why didn't I freaking drop those things and save myself?) and rushed to the bottom of the stairs. Only to start bawling as soon as Kristin and Caity get down the stairs. The elevator man then walks out the door still staring at the stupid american girl who just fell down the stairs. Pulling myself back together, probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do... not really but it felt that way. We finally make it to the park, and the girls are really excited to play some ping-pong. But as we turn the corner and enter the park, my facial expression changes from bearing pain and pleasant to sheer terror. Never in my life I have seen so many nannies, mothers, children, strollers, scooters in such a small park. Literally worst nightmare; like one of those if you were to take kids to an amusement park and panicked about where they are. Normally in situations like those you have mentally prepared yourself for the task at hand (crowded place keep children safe). No but this park a different story. Needless to say, playing ping-pong was out of the question. Playing on the play structure was out of the question, for being in that park for 15 minutes I got hit in the head with a ball 3 times. I will never go back to that park on a wednesday afternoon.
So after a rough yesterday and just a rough week in general, Kristin decided that we should go out to this cafe that serves all american food. Hoping this will be a more of a highlight of the week, we all ordered burgers and fries. Just hoping for a classic American meal, I have never tasted a better burger. By far the best burger ever! I love how the little things in life are the best. So while you were probably hoping for a better blog entry this is all I've got for now. I'm sure there will be another great adventure some other time, but for now it's about elbows parks and the best burger I've had in ages.
Signing out, Morgan

Better Luck Next Time

An epic failure occured this evening. This week was my fist week of school, and I made some friends! They invited me out with them to some "it" bar and wanting to keep my newly acquired friends I decided I would go out with them.
Throughout the day today, I tried to mentally prepare myself for going to this bar. Act cool Morgan, don't be a dork, try not to dress too scandalous you don't want to attract creepers again, but you still have to dress cute to fit in with the Paris nightlife. All these thoughts and more were running through my head. I finally convinced myself that tonight was going to be fun and that I could go out and be social.
After dinner, I took the metro to meet the girls at a metro stop close to the bar. As I was walking up the metro stairs I get a call that they are at the bar, they had texted me the address and that I would be able to find it if I walked down saint-germain boulevard. Well long story short, I walked around trying to find this easy to find bar, to no avail. I am so lost. Now I had been to this area of the latin quarter before and walked it multiple times before, so I thought I would be able to find it. Nope! I finally mustard up enough courage to ask for directions only to find out the "local" didn't know where it was. So I decided to find another map. When I did I couldn't find the street on the map. Then this other dude approaches the map and asks me if I know where some other place is and I tell him I have no idea, and he was like well I will look for your street you look for mine. In the meantime (the 45 seconds I stood there) he tried to strike up a conversation with me I responded nicely, but I just really don't like being hit on by randos I don't know so after a bit I was like thanks for the help but I think I've got it, and walked the other direction from him. So I continued to call my new friends and continued to search for this stupid bar. An hour and a half later... I gave up got on the metro and headed home. Couldn't find the bar, didn't hang out with my friends, went home and put my pajamas on to watch the breakfast club. Maybe next weekend will be different. As for now I have a really embarrassing story about my first night out. Until next time. Always and Forever, Morgan