from the impossible natural spectacles to the east...

I have come to ye!

Holy shit. To continue in the grand tradition of non-consecutive order, I shall start with the spectacle that was Saturday and Sunday of this weekend! Ye gods. We went to Mount Saint-Michel on Saturday morning - the sun was bright but it was still early enough to catch a lot of shadow, which made my photos awesome.

Then, I fucked up my ankle, which was AWESOME! Saturday night and Sunday morning, it was swollen like the bells of hells! But I can't talk about that right now. Let's continue on to Saint Malo as if nothing had been said.

Oh Jesus. The surveyant of my dreams is in the salle de profs. I think it goes without saying that I'm also and perhaps not coincidentally high as balls. Why is he so fucking dreamy?! Damn. Cue the afternoon of furious masturbation.

Saint Malo! So, so, so beautiful! I couldn't believe I wasn't in the south of France. The center was small enough for moi, the Germans and Matt to make several circles we had first considered accidental then suddenly realized were due to the fact that we had seen all the downtown many times over.

But, lovely. The beach was amazing, the water was a blue/emerald that was fucking unreal, the wind was cold as fuck but the shocking excess of sun made a world of diff. I love having the wind rip through my crazy long hair, it makes me feel young and unstable! I would have been running around like a kid, but for the 'let's not talk about it' ankle.

That night, we partied with American and English assistants from the coin and Rennes - the people there were rad, I made irresponsible promises to do mushrooms with a rad girl this summer, the music was weird and cornily retrospective (great anthem classics of the '70s and '80s...errr) and the sangria was weak but later tainted by vodka and champagne. It was cool.

Then, the Germans and I decided to go home and watch porn at our hotel around 2 - Matt decided to go skinny dipping in the ice-cold Atlantic in the wee small hours of the morning. Um, cool, hope you live to tell the tale, yo! We left cwith the encouragement that he could call me when he wanted to get back into the ho-tel. I failed to evaluate my own bollocksedness, apparently. Because he called me and we had a one-minute conversation. During which I was completely unconscious. So, he called me four more times and I failed to both respond and let him in.

I woke up at six and realized at least half these details. I worried for half an hour, then went back to sleep. I had this wild, weird dream that when we found Matt the next day, he had long Tarzan hair and had turned into a complete rogue of a man! Every time my friend Elaine started talking, he jumped on her and starting making out with her like an animal! Then, in an interlude, I was in a room with these two hot dudes. One of them, who escapes my recollection but whom I definitely know, comes up to me and says, 'He wants to play with us.' Then, we start snogging rather sleazily and I was certain it was actually happening because it was so fucking vivid. I don't know what the other guy was doing. When I mentioned it to Matt, he sort of sneered and said, 'Yeah, I totally already fucked those guys.'

Weird!

He was able to get back into the hotel at 10 and went to great lengths to convince me that he had slept on the bitterly cold streets of Saint Malo. Which I knew wasn't true, but what could I say?! It was my fault.

Then we did happy fun things like eat delish breakfast and go to Dinard (amazing!) and Dinan (slightly less amazing, not as cool).

I think my ankle is going to be ok and would heartily like to avoid returning to the hospital. But I will do what I must.

I leave in seven days and I am freaking the fuck out! I packed almost a complete suitcase.

AH! AH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!





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