Le royaume des kirs

I wrote in the cheese story that I refused my host family's efforts to get me drunk, but I realize that it isn't quite true. When I had Christmas Eve lunch with them two years ago, we had Kir Royales (champagne and crème de cassis) as an apéritif. I've never particularly liked champagne, so I don't drink much of it. With crème de cassis, however, the champagne was delicious. What I didn't realize, having avoided it before, is that champagne hits me a lot harder than regular wine does. My host family saw that I liked it and kept refilling my glass. After a few lovely, fruity, bubbly glasses, I was pretty fruity and bubbly myself.

Kir royales! They were so tasty and fruity! Not acidic and dry and bitter like *real* wine! Yum! So many bubbles! Everyone was talking to me! And I could talk back, because I spoke French so well! I think I was flirting with cousin Mathieu! Seemed like flirting to me, anyway! Then all of the males in the family drove me to the airport! Sweet! I was so attractive to all of the males that they all wanted to be around me! Yippee! Young! Old! Who cares! They carried my bags for me! Wasn't that nice!

I somehow managed to stumble, giggling, onto the train and sober up by the time I got to Paris.

srah - Wednesday, 13 August 2003 - 11:48 AM
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gravatar katie - August 14, 2003 - 8:25 AM -

This post doesn't have a comment, and it needs one.

Personally, I would love to see you stumbling and giggling your way through a train station. A crowded train station. With lots of school-aged kids on field trips.

gravatar srah - August 14, 2003 - 8:40 AM -

Thanks, beeYOTCH. :)

gravatar katie - August 14, 2003 - 9:06 AM -


gravatar alfie - August 15, 2003 - 8:30 PM -

Dozens of scoots.

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