My French friend finally replied, and rather excitedly, as you can tell by her generous use of the exclamation point:
Super that you can come! My parents will still be there, so it will be totally awesome! Of course you can come with George. I need your exact address to be able to send you our magnificent invitation!!!!!
I'm having this party with a girlfriend from France who is also turning 40. So, the party will be at her place at 8:00 pm. There will be at least 50 people, and you'll be able to speak a lot of French because you'll be the only Americans!!!!
Dress is Hawaiian theme (flowered shirts, Hawaiian shorts, surfboards under your arm, etc.)
Send your address right away so that I can send you the invitation!!!!
Big kisses, (Insert name of Tom's friend here)
So, while I'm a bit concerned about the party's dress theme, it's nice to know that George is welcome. I was feeling really shitty about it for a while. Thanks for all your kind and supportive words.
Love,
CP
(and Poor George)
ps: Oh, and now I can start liking the French again. Remind me to blog about how it's important to disown an entire nationality when one of your friends of that nationality pisses you off. This policy comes in handy around St. Patrick's day, believe me.
15 comments:
I'm glad things worked out for you. Now you can stop calling them "Freedom Fries."
Glad that's straightened out, CP.
I'm currently shunning the Italians but I still eat pasta. My grudges aren't strong enough to withstand a lack of pesto.
Excellent that you can now be a French-Hawaiian ambassador now.
Do you still want me and Rowbear to join you? You know, like moral support or we can be goons, whatever you prefer. We can also bla bla French so we'll be sure to sing your praises to those weirdo 'Hawaiians'.
("Yes, he is tall like a chair, but more donkey comfortable.")
or
("But cheese is a currency!")
or
("At what time is the hot water available?")
or
("My tailor is very busy.")
Never, Splotchy. I don't want to side with the terrorists!!
Well that goes without saying, Chelene. No amount of anger will get in the way of my appetite. What did the Italians do this time?
I know, Dale. Thank God I went to college with Don Ho's nephew, so at least I'm a bit culturally aware.
Tanya, you forgot "if you continue to take this attitude with me, I swear I will smother this souffle in ketchup!"
cool see you worried about nothing. I hope you have lots of fun and maybe we get to see some pictures
Does Georege even want to go?
French people on a luau bender. You're in for a treat.
You should do live remote video blogs from the 'ow do you say? party.
I'm shunning Italians because I need to return to their beautiful country but they won't lower the airfare. Or move closer.
Yes, pictures of drunk French people in Hawaiian shirts, Dino. Except most French people don't get drunk.
Oh, I didn't know George was supposed to have a say in any of this, Marg.
No kidding, Bubs. I'm starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing.
I don't know about "live," Dale, but I'm thinking we might do a video along the lines of the Mama Gin Files. Something with me chasing a French girl up the stairs or something.
Aw, I was hoping for something much more scandalous, Chelene. Possibly involving a World Cup soccer player or something.
French Hawaiian? Could be tres tacky.
Hurrah for everything except for the Hawaiian shirts.
"Except most French people don't get drunk."
Everclear in the punch will take care of that, Punchman. You went to college, I'm surprised that I have to explain this to you, jeez.
well crap, now I have to get the bottles of french wine out of the recycle . I'm glad it worked out for you and poor George though...
if george wasn't welcome, there would be no soiree, period. we would be sitting shiva right now.
ps: the only benefit of a surfboard under the arm is for the single set. it's much cheaper to inadvertently whack a drunk person than to roofie them.
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