Today I attended a Frenchman's birthday party. Anna's (my aunt's neighbor with whom we went to Nespresso) husband turned 70, so my whole family and all their friends--who ended up comprising nearly 3/4 of the attendance of over 60--decided to throw him a party. We drove to a beautiful countryside area called Frans, just north of Lyon for the festivities. I learned how to play Pétanque, a form of boule where you score points by landing the metal boules as close to the cochonet (literally piglet and the little orange ball in the picture) as possible while knocking your opponents' away. With some beginner's luck, Gaston and I managed to pull a win out from under some seasoned veterans.
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Jo was an expert at "À carreau," knocking an opponent's ball away while keeping yours in the same spot.
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| Gaston was somehow really good at pointing, landing the ball near the jack. |
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| The winning team! |
Then we started eating. This is where I tell you that French + Asian = Permafoodcoma--irrefutable mathematical fact that is. There were so many different types of food! But of course what's a French party without its cheese? Some of them were a bit too strong for me, but many of them were quite delicious. We topped the evening off with three birthday cakes--I'd have to describe these in person, and even then it would be hard to fully describe how good they were.
The evening also featured an up-and-coming French-Asian screamo band... wasn't my cup of tea, so I went outside to play with my cousins Kenny and Emilie.
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| The band's performance. As far as I can understand, they're my family's friend's sons. |
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| I miss my DSLR already. The S95 is great for its size, but I've had a taste of superior picture quality. |
The evening ended at a nice and early three o'clock in the morning after opening gifts. They sure knew how to party...
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| More or less my family and their friends in Lyon |
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