Le Cab

Jan 18

Finally found the amazing “Toxic” remix from Le Crazy Horse show. Click here to listen (dim the lights for this one)

Back to business. In all the craziness that is France, I forgot to mention the façon de vivre that I have come to adopt for the duration of my European experience. “FIDLAR” (thanks Lizzy). It means “F*** It Dude, Life’s A Risk” and it has changed my life. I’d heard of it back in the states, but some things just make more sense in France. This abroad experience has allowed me to almost reinvent myself in a way. A FIDLAR way. A way in which I am constantly reminded to seize opportunities and have no regrets. Life’s a risk anyway, so why not live it up? I’ve found myself using FIDLAR as justification to try new things that I would otherwise only dare of. I’ve even turned FIDLAR into a verb. I would FIDLAR this and FIDLAR that. It’s almost addicting. Why would I ignore something that gives me so much and asks nothing in return?

Which brings me to Saturday night. I make the routine pit stop at O Philos Off, the restaurant where Damien brings me carafe after carafe of wine. What first started out as the closest place to offer free WiFi has become a second home. A perfect example of FIDLAR. Why tell the nice waiter I don’t like guys when I could just… not, and keep getting free drinks. Anyways, I have become quite accustomed to attracting members of the same sex and I know exactly how to play the game. I am a self-diagnosed Fagnet. I don’t know why it happens, and I’m not trying to sound like I think I’m hot shit, but I just keep attracting the sort of attention that I’m not down to reciprocate.

I end up having to text my roommate Troy to come and save me from the conversation about the faux amis of the English & French language that I was sucked into with a group of older gentlemen at the bar. Next stop, Lindsay’s apartment in the 1st. Oh. My. God. How a bunch of students managed to score a four bedroom, two living room, wood beam supported, gold picture framed, balconied apartment literally next door to the Louvre blows my mind. Apparently it’s on the same street that Sarkozy lives, too. Upon meeting up with the group, we all headed out to Le Cab, a club that is also next door to the Louvre. And let me tell you, there is nothing like clubbing in Paris next to the Louvre. Because when you stumble out at 5am, you stumble into THE LOUVRE! Essentially everything about this place proved to be massive amounts of fun. The architecture, the lights, the music, the people. We actually did end up staying out until 5am. It’s not very often (if ever) I do that, but there was something in the air that night, and pulsing energy was a main ingredient. We then crashed at Lindsay’s from 5am to 6am (which is when the Parisian metro opens) then headed home.