Saturday morning after a comfortable night at the Doellman hotel we all woke up and enjoyed a breakfast meal together. Afterwards we set out for Mr. Bricolage, a hardware store that the French guy told us would definitely have a bigger selection and more knowhow for our complex design (these people built the Eiffel tower and couldn't manage cutting a hole in a board?). We drove halfway across town to find out that Mr. Bricolage was actually a corporate office. Needless to say Mere and I were thrilled. On the other hand it's been a long time since I've ridden in a car and not seen a fare rising every second. We went around town to a few different shops, such as a KTM motorcross shop and talked to the guy there. By we I mean Mere and the man in charge were talking and I nodded and had Mere translate. He was thoroughly interested in the American motorsports culture which I can also say I am fairly interested in. Can I get a Tim Allen arh arh arh?! We went back to the apartment after being fooled by a freaking board twice. We had a nice lunch of leftover taters and roast and hung out in the apartment for a while. They had ESPN in English which was a nice break from the TV we don't receive here. We all relaxed for a while in anticipation for the basketball game that night. When it came game time we all rode out to Zenith (I'm pretty sure that's correct) and we dropped off JD at the players entrance (that's right. VIP.) Mere and I rode across the street to the local grocery store. Two side notes: Mere, while driving mentions she doesn't know all the traffic rules yet and also likes to think out loud. Needless to say I was happy I brought a change of clothes. (Relax mom, it's for dramatic effect). We went to the grocery store and picked up a few snacks for Sunday and shot back on over to the basketball arena. JD and Mere had been telling me before these games were nothing like college games, so I was skeptical. Upon arrival, I was stared, and by stared if the lady had lasers in her eyes I would have a hole in my chest. It got so bad I said something to Mere who gladly asked her if she needed something, very politely :-). After the game started we got our game faces on, and by game face everyone sits down during the entire game so we stood up and screamed like we were in the states. Why shouldn't I bring a little American pride to France? I think its my duty to bring as much American pride to France as I possibly can. We watched the game, proudly screaming for JD. The game was pretty stellar, with the exception of the ref's who made the game difficult to watch. We went into overtime and lost a heart breaker. Afterwards JD had a autograph signing to take care of and we watched him entertain little French kids. I on the other hand was dared to eat a snack, which I immediately regretted. Thanks Mere. It was disgusting. After the game we headed on back to the Doellman Hotel for Raclette. I may be American but that Raclette was amazing. It's basically a miniature grill with places that you can melt cheese. You mix the vegetables you grill with the cheese and meat and enjoy. We sat around the table enjoying raclette some French wine until 3 in the morning. I couldn't have asked for any more. Seriously.
Pics from the day: JD, JD, and the Zenith. Ballin up and Ballin out.
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