Diary of an International Party Girl

When travelling, it’s important to find out where Miley Cyrus has partied in the same city.  Of course, we accomplished this important task and thus ventured to Le Showcase, a club located off the Champs-Elysee below a bridge on the Seine.  Otherwise know as, The Troll Club.  The club was huge, dark, loud. Drinks were astronomically expensive.  Everything you’d expect from a trendy Parisian dance club.  Disenchanted, I left early with a friend and spent the nights wandering the windy streets of Paris, the best way to spend a night.

Saturday morning, I woke up early to venture to the outskirts of Paris to a flea market.  We took a trolley north and ended up at a place very much resembling the Hell’s Kitchen Flea.  Strange and determined vendors lined tables with crap and tried to sell it.  Among the junk, I found and purchased: a Hermes plate with a dachshunds and rabbits on it, a crop top printed with Rodin’s face, a sweater. We stopped for omelets and Kir for lunch and then headed home to rest before the evening.

We’d planned to go to Wanderlust! A big party held on the Seine every summer Saturday, popular with college students.  On the way, we stopped at Curio Parlor, an extension of the Experimental Cocktail club, decorated with taxidermy animals in bowties and candles.  Tres chic.  We each ordered a different handcrafted cocktail, passing them around to pass the fresh fruit and liquor combinations, swearing ours was the best.  Mine was the best. Cachaça, soda, cucumber and basil is an infallible combination.

We ventured down the Seine to Wanderlust, where music pulsed across the patio and into a glass room with another DJ.  We danced for a bit inside and then, as so frequently occurs in Paris, it started to pour.  Crowds rushed in and it was far too crowded to be enjoyable, so we left.  In short, go to Wanderlust when it’s nice out.

After two nights of leaving early, my last weekend concluded my visits to the Paris party scene on a less than exciting note...

Party in the USA!

I’ve been accused of being un-American for spending 4th of July in France. This was my first July 4th spent outside of the USA. While I may or may not have forgotten it was Independence Day until late afternoon when I heard multiple recordings of the Team America song streaming across Reid Hall’s courtyard, I celebrated my country to its fullest.

The first thing I did was watch Mary Kate and Ashley’s Passport to Paris, to remember why Americans appreciate traveling to exotic places, like Paris. I learned that I absolutely will not have fun in Paris until I meet a sixteen year old boy with a fake French accent, floppy hair and a motorcycle. This has not happened and clearly I am very miserable here.

After indulging in that fine cinematic experience, we put on our white and blue, grabbed some red wine, and headed to WOS for their July 4th celebration.

The previous night, WOS celebrated its Fifth Birthday, so of course we attended the party to celebrate this momentous event. Dressing “Smart” (even the American bar uses British English), we shared wine on the Pantheon until dark, and then headed into WOS for the festivities. The festivities were just like any night at a dive bar, except the bartenders wore tuxedos and shot alcoholic chocolate whipped cream into your mouth at a moment’s notice… None of these things are bad. Especially when leftovers are promised for you at the next night’s 4th of July celebration…

“Party in the USA” and “Empire State of Mind” repeated countless times on the playlist as Americans toasted shots of tequila (very American!) to the USA! Overall, it was a pretty solid celebration, despite the lack of fireworks.