So, yeah. We've had a bit of rioting here... but I'm okay. I'm currently at a friend's house; he's got a bunch of episodes of Desperate Housewives that we're watching... rather a nice evening, to be honest.
The last bunch of days have been extremely lax. I worked out today that since my arrival in Nice on the 30th of September, I've worked a total of 9 days. Yeah, pretty ridiculous. Last week the vacation ended, worked two days, had two days off, worked monday, and now I had a day off today. What? I know. Ridiculous.
Friday night was a friend's birthday, and there was some drinking involved... I know, I know. I still haven't quite gotten the hang of drinking here, i.e., making sure I eat a kebab or something. The pizza slice in NYC always seemed like such a natural (and cheap) post-drinking solution, but here... the idea of eating a kebab kind of weirds me out. It shouldn't. Anyway, the moral of the story is I spent most of Saturday in bed, sufferring. Lame.
I finally broke out in the evening (after dark) to the movies; I went to see
Match Point, which was interesting. Good, even. For most of the movie, I forgot that it was a Woody Allen flick. I found the guy pretty annoying. He's the same bloke from Bend it Like Beckham. Whatever, everyone else was quite good.
Sunday was the first monday of the month, so all the museums were free; we hit up the Contemporary Art museum, which had a new Rauschenberg exhibit, with some interesting stuff. I'd seen the permanent collection this summer, but most of it was good to see again. Beautiful sunset from the roof.
Today, my day off (after one day of work on Monday) I went with Joy to Cannes to see
Elizabethtown (it wasn't playing in Nice in English). I liked it. It further confirmed my belief that outside of elf ears Orlando Bloom can't act, which is sad. But it was a happy movie experience.
Sorry I'm not feeling more eloquent at the moment. I'm distracted by television. I know, lousy excuse.
So, yes, I'm fine. I miss you all. Five weeks until I fly back to NY. (!)