Inauguration or The Day I Danced with a 75 Year-Old Man

Today was an epic day to be an American. Especially an American abroad. One could feel the excitement teeming from the inauguration across the Atlantic. Several of us Obama ex-pats wanted to celebrate this historic occasion Paris-style. And thank goodness, Paris did not let us down.



First we popped over to The Moose Head, a Canadian bar, to watch Obama's swearing-in ceremony live. As luck would have it, we missed it by 10 minutes. Damn you, le metro! But we drowned our sorrows in 5€ beers and free shots...thanks to the super creepy bar owner. But hey, a free shot, is free shot! (Don't worry Mom, I had a boy taste it first to make sure it wasn't poisoned...I practice 'safe shots' here in Paris.)

Afterwards, we headed over the Seine to the Champs-Elysee for a bar/club event hosted by Democrats Abroad France. The bar, le Queenie, was super-swanky, but we met several other ex-pats...and one was from Plano! Sometimes I wish I had enough money to patron these super 'posh' hangouts, but that'll have to wait until I'm rich...from fashion??? Yeah, probably not going to happen...

My new boyfriend.

The real fun began at the club Queen (not to be confused with the bar le Queenie which is just around the corner). Apparently it's usually a gay bar, but tonight was decked out in its full American-loving glory. We danced the night away to a great mix of disco and oldies...and here's the best part: This old old old old old man ambled on to the dance floor to dance with us! At one point, he grabbed my hands to booty-shake with him! The old guy kept up with the pace. I'm surprised his heart could handle it! I guess everyone was in the mood to celebrate...health not withstanding.

I hope you all had a terribly exciting Inauguration Day....I wish I could have been there with all of you. You know we would have been dancing and screaming in the streets...