Motorcycles and McDonald's

First motorcycles... On Friday evening, Kim's best friend, Lucie, invited me to go out with her, and some other people who live near her in France. She and her father picked me up around nine, and we drove to her house in Farges, and then walked to the house of her friend, Margot. We hung around there for a bit, waiting for her jeans to dry, and two guys, friends of theirs who I had met before came up on their motorcycles. So when Margot was ready, we all found helmets, and she got her scooter, while Lucie and I each got on behind one of the guys. I went on a motorcycle!!! I thought I would be scared, but it was exhilarating and awesome. We went to two different bars, and one of them was called Blue Moon. We had a good time, they were all very nice, and talked to me quite a bit, which I appreciate. I slept at Lucie's house that night, or morning rather, because I didn't get to bed until almost 3 AM. Next morning I went shoe shopping with Lucie and her mom, and it was pouring rain outside. She got her shoes and we went to a mall, while her mom got groceries, Lucie looked at playboy stuff, and got a tank top that says cherry up on it, with two happy cherries. The amount of European clothing with writing in English on it is astounding, there is really so much of it, and they buy it without knowing what it says. So that was nice, we went back to her house, watched Taxi, which was very good, and then her brother brought me home.

Now for McDonald's... Later that evening, I took the bus to school to meet Kim and Ken at the 12th grade class play, called Three Diamonds and a Woman, which was kind of boring, but alright. It was my second time seeing it. Matthieu, a guy in my class here, was in their play as a small part, and he was great, really funny. He played the grandfather, and was bouncing up and down in his chair and shaking like crazy, and repeating himself very loudly. After the play ended, really late for a play, around 10:30, I think, I went with Kim, Ken, Matthieu, and Joel, a guy who used to be in their class, to a historic site - Switzerland's first McDonald's, in Geneva. I was the only one who didn't get anything. McDonald's is so expensive here in comparison to the US, and it is never my favorite food, so I'm really not tempted, but they all go there all the time. I have been to McDonald's more times since I have been here than I have in at least the last six months in the US. Kim and I couldn't stay out too late, because the last bus home left at 1:30, so while we did go to a bar with the guys, we could only stay for 20 minutes. The bar was called the LA Cafe, I thought that was funny. The inside had a lot of Hollywood memorabilia and stuff. So after the long bus ride home, I went to sleep at 2:30 AM for the second night in a row.

The next day I slept in, and Kim and I stayed home and did homework, and Ken came over in the afternoon, and that was the extent of my weekend. Fun, tiring, and feeling far too short. In my opinion, three day weekends are better, and vacations are best. I can't wait for this summer!