So last night, for the second night in a row, I went to bed at 1:00am and the French people in the other room stayed up for quite a bit longer. I couldn't help it, I was so exhausted. We had dinner with Valerie's sister, Sophie, and her husband Jean-Michel, who loves American and English indie music, comme le Coldplay and les Libertines and le Babyshambles. And le Feist. Oh yes. Topics of discussion included the difference between "Tsunami" and "Really Big Wave of Destruction" (there's a word for that in French, I don't get it), the English R sound and how it makes no sense, how Newport, RI and Newport Beach are definitely not the same thing (my host brother thought they were), and the etymology of the word fuck. Indeed.

Also, for anyone who wants to send me things:

Molly Faerber
Chez Valerie Boe
76 Rue Claude Bernard
Paris, France 75005

Also, in case anyone didn't know, my Skype address is mollyfaerber. Because I'm creative like that.