Parlez vous frances?

So I went out to celebrate Bastille Day with my roommate tonight. It was our first night out and I figured it would help set some boundaries for our household. Turns out I'm much more of the party girl than she is. Go figure.

But it was still a successful night. I think. She attended a party at the French Embassy and met up with a Frenchman who invited her to a party up in the U Street area. She didn't want to go alone, so she invited me. I've been dying for an excuse to wear this super cute red and white strapless summer dress, so of course, I agreed to be her wingman. We got there a little early and stopped by Local 16, where I ended up in conversation with a hot Italian and an even hotter Samoan ... but then she gave me "the look" and we had to leave since she got stuck talking to the rather boring American man. Damn. That Samoan was downright delicious. I kinda just wanted to reach out and stroke his chest.

But off to the French party at Tabaq Bistro. Sadly, the cover was $5 more than the Frenchman had told my roommate and he was nowhere to be found to pay for us. So I covered and we eventually found him. He wasn't even that cute!!! And he was diggin' on some other French girl, so we decided to make our own party. I quickly made friends with the bartender, who told me I was simply too beautiful to pay for drinks, and fed me all sorts of alcoholic beverages at no charge all night. Cool ... if only more men felt this way about me. My roommate, on the other hand, found a couple of Puerto Ricans, who provided good conversation and entertainment for the rest of the night. Until the Brazilian woman wearing a thong, lots of silver fringe, and a blue-red-and-white feather headress mounted the bar and started to gyrate, at which point, my roommate asked me to close out her tab. Unfortunately, even my favorite bartender was taking cell phone pictures of the scantily clad, gyrating woman atop the bar. It took me a full 20 minutes to close the tab, and that was with puppy eyes and a kiss for the bartender. A girl's gotta really work it these days.

Finally arrived back home around 2:40am (early in my humble opinion) and my roommate immediately crashed into bed. Me? I kinda want a jumbo slice of pizza ....