I forgot that Christian's family A. Likes to party and B. Doesn't give a shit about any of the above mentioned things and C. She has two super fun daughters who are about my age
The party was held at Le Cochon Qui Rit (The Laughing Pig). They rent out tables to people having birthday parties, bachelor/bachelorette, anniverseries etc etc. so there are tons of other people to dance with/watch humiliate themselves doing karaoke. It's loud and dark, the drinks flow, the food is good and the different groups of people mingle and laugh and tease each other. We left at 2 a.m. and the party was still going on. Not bad for 60.
Our family can be found by looking for the glow stick bracelets and necklaces that only we were clever enough to bring with us.
The B&B's in this area are pretty inexpensive (50 euros a night with breakfast) (homemade yogurt, and fruit preserves, rutabaga muffins, bread etc. at this particular one) and it's cool to see the inside of big old houses. This was an old farm house called the L'oreiller de Houblon and it turns out brasserie also means a place where they make beer. Which they also do here.
|malt for the beer and rutabega for the muffins in the backyard|
|always a good sign when there is a leave a book/take a book shelf|
We bought some for David's dad, and some more for his friend Nicholas in Lille, where we went the next day to catch up with him, his wife and their adorable two kids. The last time we saw their daughter she was a few months old, and now she's three, so it was quite bizare to see her talking, laughing and sporting pigtails.
We walked to an exhibit with an 80's theme, which was quite cheesy and fun, but my phone was dead so I don't have pictures. You will have to imagine the Nintendos, Garbage Pail Kids (yes, they had them here too) and 80's hair in Sears family portraits they had obviously lifted from AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com.
|Ok, I stole a picture so you guys could see Les Crados|
While we were leaving Nicholas realized his hat was missing, but no one had turned it in. We left to walk home and noticed a young couple walking in the park taking turns passing a hat back and forth, so Nicolas went to chase them down and see if it was his. He looked so truimphant when he turned the corner to find us waiting for him, with his hat jauntily perched on his head. You probably had to be there. I asked him how his hat was doing today and he told me it's "dans le coffre-fort" (safe)
This is a map of the events of my life in Pas-de-Calais. The yellow vase that is supposed to be a beer bottle is where the B&B we slept at is, the yellow hat is Lille, the heart is Bethune where we got married, the white cross is where the priest lived and the diamond ring is where David's brother got married. Don't be jealous of my artistic talent folks.
Oh, and remember when David's brother and his new wife stayed here right after they got married? Well guess who's pregnant? They had been trying for years and years, and even got a dog, which David told me meant they had given up. I don't think anyone has stayed here and not gotten pregnant, so let that be a warning to my friends who have plans to come visit.
In other news I caught Maza in a private moment playing the "choking game". Looks like it's time to put parental controls on the internet. Le sigh. They grow up so fast.