among events i recall from my half year stay in Paris: visiting the Museum of Orlee and buying a postcard for my grandma which later fell out through a hole in my pocket..... playing battleships with a very cocky Frenchman who really was emblematic in many ways of the French, he was a happy fellow and proud, and probably cheated on his wife nicely if he was married.... every time he said: 'A1', i'd have to be like 'hit' -- and then he'd be like: 'B1' and i'd be like, 'hit,' and then he'd be like: 'C1', and i'd be like: 'hit and sunk' and then he'd laugh heartily and with great gusto... he certainly enjoyed those battleship games a lot which represented a welcome distraction from his busy life charting his career and family too no doubt... this fellow also traveled to America alot for Total Fina Elf, possibly to Texas, as another student, another Frenchie, explained to me how big square dancing is in Texas....
another time i made a little Algerian girlfriend and she made a point of showing me how to French kiss correctly -- even (or especially maybe) if we were in a little restaurants at very close quarters with the other patrons -- it was the French way -- no-one told us to 'get a room' but they probably should have....
another occurrence, apart from the museum visits, i came across an advert from an american acting teacher -- it boasted that his former students included a stream of famous american movie and tv actors so i wanted to meet him... first i met his assistant, Antonio. there certainly is a lot of bullshitting that goes on in the thespian world --- the fact is, all men and women are actors that strut around on the stage of life -- and pretending that only a select small amount of people are actors and that the vast majority of people, the firefighters, nurses, doctors, etc, that they are not actors, is to intentional adopt blinders and a kind of tunnel vision......... hence when Antonio or any other thespian asks me if i am an actor, it is just a dumb question......... anyway, these people knew this well enough... i took a couple of classes with them all -- most all the students were French actors active in film and tv productions as screen players therein...... the teacher was quite the bullshit artist and had a number of stories about Hollywood this and Hollywood that..... he seemed like someone i could learn things from.......
the other main thing i remember was visiting Jerusalem for about three days coz of a long weekend holiday in France and having just been paid and not being much of a saver.... while it was only 3 days in Jerusalem, i could easily write pages about it and would do so at some other time.... the night before i left, Laura welcomed him into her crib where her two daughters were also and offered me a whisky and said i could use her camera.... unfortunately, it already had film in it, an expensive kind of film that took wide angle shots..... most of the shots had been taken already by the prettier daughter, i was told to take good care of it... unfortunately, when i returned it seemed the Israeli security -- by passing the camera through an x-ray machine or somehow, had destroyed the film within the camera and the pretty daughter lost all of her pictures --- she was terribly upset about it and Laura made me apologize to her about it so i bought her a postcard with two horses on it and wrote 'Sorry' in big letters on the back of it.....
off topic, if you ever recall a funny incident once on Conan O'Brien featuring a poodle that could zap people dead and make them vanish in a poof of smoke, don't try finding it on youtube -- even if it's there it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack
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