I always feel the need to celebrate Bastille Day because I took French for three years in high school and I was in France one year celebrating the holiday. It was pure insanity, bustling through the Champs Elysees with everyone waving their red, white, and blue flags. How very American! I was in Paris vacationing with my ex-boyfriend who was my ex-boyfriend at the time. How very French!
This year, I celebrated at Cafe Bastille (where else?) on Belden Lane with my three favorite men: Dean, Marc, and Daniel. It was quite a french feast with foie gras, escargots, steak pommes frites and coq au vin. With lots of wine. Although Marc and I did most of the drinking.
Marc and I got the party started by leaving work early. “Marc, so I’ve been checking out Zillow because I’ve been curious. You’re not going to believe how cheap homes are going for in Oakland, Alameda…I found the cutest 2 bedroom, 2 bath cottage in the Berkeley Hills. With a huge backyard!”
He looked at me sternly. “Is that any place to raise a child? You’re cosmopolitan. You live in the city. Your child deserve a metropolitan childhood. I can’t believe you’d even consider leaving. You’re dead to me.” He continued, “Now that your wedding is over I think you need a project, and that project is me. What are you doing to find me a husband?”
Ahhh, c’est la vie.