It’s 23:05, Friday night. I’ve had the longest day in the history of 24-hour clocks. Today’s prompt is French. That’s it, just French.
Nope, this is not going to work, I can’t just keep repeating the prompt over and over again.
French. What’s French? France comes to mind. Quebec, too. And several parts of Africa, strangely enough. My, the French were a bit overzealous when it came to the whole colony thing, weren’t they? So were the Brits. And speaking of Brits, M and I have one living with us right now! I should always have someone sitting in the corner speaking British; it’s highly entertaining.
I’m having some wine, but I know for a fact it’s Spanish, not French. I’m having chocolate, too, but it is distinctly Finnish, not French. Oh, and now it’s gone. Well, I still have half a bottle of wine. At least that’s something.
I know some French. I can introduce myself in French, and I’m pretty sure I can insult someone in French, too, but the only time I’ve ever actually needed to know any French was when someone asked me for directions to the restrooms during my pilgrimage to a French monastery. “À gauche,” I said, feeling silly. I was sure there was supposed to be a “la” in there somewhere.
Oh! The metric system is a French thing. Apparently they actually did contribute something good to the world. Apart from French kissing, that is.
What else is French?
Moodiness is French, I think. They have this air of nonchalance that no one else has. They’re tall and skinny and look like they’ve slept far too little and enjoyed it far too much. If I ever went to France again I’d have to gain five inches, lose 20 pounds and remember to look enigmatic and anemic.
Oops, I seem to have drunk all my wine. Well, this post wasn’t really happening today anyway.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is French. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *
The "la" goes at the end: a gauche, la. Don't mention it, la.ReplyDelete
Actually, I found this post to be very moody and very French at the same time. I like it a lot!ReplyDelete
Thanks, la. You're a good friend, Dufus. Have some wine!ReplyDelete
Dufus is teaching you Quebec French.ReplyDelete
Hey Ziva! I loved this stream-of-consciousness! The wine must have helped :) Nice work, Z! Indigo xReplyDelete
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French fries. How could you forget? Sigh.ReplyDelete
Oh, I know why. You drank all the wine and when the wine was gone, so was this post. Hee Hee.
How do you know when the post is finished? When the booze is all gone. This is how it's been for me all week.ReplyDelete
Wanna have some wine?ReplyDelete
When the wine is gone is normally when I'd go for the French fries.. But I found another bottle of wine, the fries can wait ;)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Indigo! I'm glad you liked it. :) And yes, the wine helped. In fact, wine helps with most things. ;)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Linda! Moody and French is exactly what I pretend to be when I get tipsy. ;)ReplyDelete
Is that a good thing?ReplyDelete
You drank all of the wine? What are Johnny and I gonna drink?ReplyDelete
I always got confused by the la. Or the le. Masculine. Feminine. What the hell? Why do words need to be male or female? Can't we all just get along?ReplyDelete
While French girls may be tall and skinny, I prefer Finnish girls. They're much more... approachable. Especially after drinking some wine. :-)ReplyDelete
I can't picture Ziva at a monastery, kneeling in prayer like a penitent. I'm guessing you were there on a wine tasting tour. I just hope you didn't get drunk and French kiss a monk.ReplyDelete
I was seventeen, I wasn't allowed to drink. Or kiss monks. They did serve wine, though but you only got a sip.ReplyDelete
I prefer Canadian girls. The sexy kind that speak French.ReplyDelete
I agree, let's all just get along. And while we're at it, let's make the French get rid of the las and les.ReplyDelete
I found another bottle! And this time it's actually French. You guys will love it. ;)ReplyDelete
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy. Somebody once said that. Oh, yeah, I just did. Pass that bottle.ReplyDelete
Oooooh, I like it. Ooooh la la! :DReplyDelete
Kind of like my 15 minute post! YES!!!ReplyDelete
The "French" prompt was a little difficult for me, too. I think you made things happen in this post, though. I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't know that the French were the originators of the metric system. Moodiness, on the other hand...I was well aware of that one. :)ReplyDelete
Hah! Great minds, yes? ;)ReplyDelete
It might have been difficult for you, but I loved your post for "French". ;)ReplyDelete
Dammit, P.J, you're just adding more las and we were supposed to be getting rid of them!ReplyDelete