Viva Bastille Day

14 La Vie En Rose (Covering Edith Piaf) 1

Bonjour mes amis!  Yesterday I went to Bastille on Bishop with a bunch of cool people.  We were expecting to get to participate in the wine walk, french food contest, watch the french maid relay and I really wanted to talk to the cool old man playing the accordion.  Melanie said he found he a bracelet to drink wine so I know he was a cool crazy old man.  But alas, none of these things happened because we decided to eat pizza at ENZO’s and it was busy.  Well and our waitress seemed to hate the idea of customers and making lots of money.  I realize she was busy and it was hot, but she acted like one of us ran over her cat.  Maybe she just found out her boyfriend was wanted to be a woman and he took the dog and moved out.  You never really know.   We waited awhile for our food but we waited even longer for the check.  Like long enough that I went through every guy I could see standing at the bar and decided gay, straight or super duper uber pointy eyebrows gay.  So to drown out the sounds of our pleas to bring the check, they turned up the music.  At first it was depressing Pearl Jam songs, but then it turned into this booty music.  Okay, it wasn’t booty music it was Cake.  But compared to Black, Cake is dance music.  So with my sweaty butt stuck to the booth, I started to make it rain up in the pizza place with my own booty sitting in place.  Robin politely offered me $20 for my pizza dance.  I think the coolest (temperature wise) place at ENZO’s was the bathroom.  Bishop Arts seems to be into making their bathrooms fancier than their actual dining space.  This bathroom was decked out with a crystal chandelier and black and white wallpaper and fancy soap.  Not that crappy foamy kind that doesn’t wash your hands. Oh yeah foamy soap, that’s right we all know and your number is up.

We wandered around look for some hot French action, but the closest we got was seeing a shirtless overweight hispanic man wash his car in oak cliff.  We walked up and down the street and got a free after hours shopping trip at Make (the coolest etsy store ever) because Cheyne is awesome bag maker and a big deal in the crafting scene.  Her friend Julie, the shop owner, told us a story of these girls who didn’t know who Oprah was.  I’m not sure how that is possible since Oprah rules the world, but they were unfamiliar with her and thought she was on The View.   And we stopped in Green Pet.  There aren’t any amusing stories from this store but Fred still lives there and this time he had some doggie arm candy.  I don’t remember his name (yes because I’m obbsessed with Fred) but this little guy was absolutely adorable. I think this store has there sales strategy down.  Fill your store with adorable furry faces and let all your customers pet them and then they will buy anything you throw at them.  Yes I need a pet cooling mat and treats that are more nutritional than the food I eat!  Throw in one of those diamond collars.

So my French evening turned out to not so French, but ended with a chocolate shake.  And a comical story from Melanie about her mom making “friends” with a strange dude while her husband bought her a milkshake.  And how she supports race riots. (she doesn’t really but some guy on facebook thinks she does)  So some people got in on the boozy action.  But for me, chocolate shake 48 was enough.