Run and Super Bowl

8 February 2010- Dragged myself out of bed to accompany Chad and AA to Vincennes for their run.

They started a bit of jazzercise warmup. Quite odd to see that many people moving around. The French aren't known for their working out, not big strenous exercisers.

It was market morning so I walked around once the boys started running. I ran out of market and found the runners again. Here is Chad and AA. Looking good, half way to go.

Always the funniest runners are the garbage bag wearers. This lady killed me with her official Propete de Paris green transparent one. This is reason number one as why I went to watch the run. Catch the jackets as the boys started. Got to keep the garbage bags away from Chad.

Victorious runners. Medals and all. Home to sleep so we could rest up for the SuperBowl. I tried to get them as they crossed the line but the French runners were exhausted after an hour of running. They were blocking my shot and some came close to throwing up or spitting on my boots. Remember, the French don't do strenous anything. And afterwards, the recovery drink was hot wine. Ah, the French. They are a funny bunch.
We went to a friends to join them in a dinner out before the big game. A great meal with wine, coffee and welcome drink. Excellent selection of choices so we will definitely be back.
We made it thru the game. Loved screaming at the TV during the Google commercial. "No no, don't look up jobs available in Paris!" Very fun in a room full of people who work in Paris. We helped clean up while waiting for the metro to pick up again at 5am. Made it home and in bed at 6:11. Woke up for my cleaning day at 1pm. Got all my errands done and dinner made too. I rock as a housewife!
Oooh and the whole intriguing wardrobe malfunction phenomenom came around again. But amazingly I have seen a more intriguing commercial for a French film showing on regular television here. There is a long shot of male frontal nudity (just hanging out) and then a topless woman enjoying a bit of sex. Bouncing like that is not for anything else but sex. Shocking and amazed that those are main stream tv worthy here but seeing someone's boob with a pasty on was the talk of the nation years ago. What a bunch of squares those American broadcasters are!