Remember what I said last time about being in Limbo? I take it back…
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Lucy in Limbo
It’s time to face the strange ch-ch-changes (thanks, DB): I’m back. For real.
I know you scholars probably saw “Lucy in Limbo” and were like, Lucy’s hanging with the virtuous pagans and guiltless damned, what? Sorry, English majors, but I’m not going all Dante Alighieri on you just yet.
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The dreaded question…
During the holidays, when family members ask why a “pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend,” you’re just like…
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PAD: Post-Abroad Depression
I know what you’re thinking… Aren’t you, like, home or something? Yes, fine, Lucy is not in Paris…but the blog lives on.
Let me use the Kübler-Ross model to explain the stages of grief that I’ve been experiencing since my return…
1. Denial: This is NOT my permanent residence! I am NOT changing the name of my blog!
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Queen
You might remember the first time I went tried to go to a gay club at the beginning of the semester. Well, you know me, never one to give up, so last week I decided to go to Queen aux Champs-Elysées. Continue reading
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Au revoir
In the words of the Grateful Dead, “Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.”
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When you come home late…
And your host mom asks if you were with a boy, you’re like…
And then you look at your host sister like…
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When your friend goes to the bathroom at a restaurant…
And you’re alone at the table like, okay…
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Le Mix Club
In the words of Ernest Hemingway, it’s the “cesspool of the rue Mouffetard.”
Okay, maybe it’s at Montparnasse, and Hemingway was actually talking about Le Café des Amateurs, but it’s the same idea. Maybe Mix Club is Le Club des Amateurs…they do put lids and straws on their drinks, after all. Continue reading
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