June 27, 1980.
Woke at 10:00. to more freezing rain. Ran anyway (4 1/2) in freezing rain. Hot water deal was broken :(. Froze.
Lunch -some paté thing. french frîtes & great spinach!! Yaourt & fruit.
Went downtown at 3:00 to l’autogare to find out train schedule. I’m taking a train that leaves at 10:00 PM at night and arrives at 7:00 AM. I take a 7:30 train from Morzine to another town that train leaves from. [sorry grammar] Then in Paris, I’ll take a taxi to hotel.
[I went with KU French Language Department as I was a French minor, but I left the group early. I was studying with Parsons School of Design/NYC au musée des arts décoratifs in the Louvre. The two courses we took were a History of Decorative Arts and Urban Planning of Paris. The history of decorative arts was all about French periods of design as they related to political and social context.
Ex. of Decorative Arts Study: French armchairs from earliest kings to present, tapestries, history of bone china to Limoges, quimper, motifs like folle nappe (folded napkin), swags, boulle dressers, etc. etc. etc. Basically, everything you wanted to know about antiques and roots of interior design.
Ex. of Urban Planning Study: from Roman catacombs below Notre Dame to Haussmann’s Boulevards. About halfway through the trip, I lost my carte d’orange and didn’t want to buy another. So, I walked these Avenues and experienced Haussmann’s Paris on foot. As well, the running allowed me to experience many parts of the city within a reasonable 6 mile distance from city core.]
Class at 4:00 to 5:30-Tea.
Cindy & I planned trip ’til dinner.
[we were all getting our groups together to travel the last two weeks of the summer in August after we were through with our school in Paris. Cindy Bean, who I knew from the Theta House, and I were going to Madrid, Toledo, Barcelona, and a beach town called Blanes in Spain].
Dinner is at 8:00 & is a costume party!! We have a present for Jeannie, the bus driver!
[he was the sweetest man and put up with us. He also seemed to drink quite a bit of wine in our picnics along the road as I remember back. At the time when we were in high school, this was common practice. Drinking and driving, that is. But as I reflect, he was in a position to be responsible for a whole busload of American college students. Again, liability issues, especially in France at that time, were not an issue].
I have a new name given to me from the cook’s helper. It is mouilleté or something like that. The word is German for “a little mouse.”
[I think I am confused here and couldn’t remember what he’d said. The German word for little mouse is “mausa” and the translation for mouilleté is a) soldier or b) finger of bread eaten with a boiled egg. Maybe I was feeling militantly angry with all this rain].
Costume party was a riot.
All different kinds of people in this group, all dressed up, all drinking & going out! I wished Marthe or mom or Robb or someone to be here that would see the humor in this situation!
[I am not a fraction as much fun as I would be now in this situation, very cautious. I don’t know why, because I was pretty wild in high school. I think it was just an internal safety thing for me being around people where I knew nothing about anyone’s background, family, especially with all the alcohol, probably good my binge drinking shoes had for the most part been hung up.]
I wore my green putter pants with green cotton sweater & leaves on my head. I wore a sign that said “haricot vert.” There was a punk rocker & a hunchback, a Dolly Parton, homosexual in drag (the bartender at the Auberge).
Amy was a hula girl, Ginna-Liza Minnelli [Getto-Kappa], & Cindy [Bean-Theta]-a Heidi.
Hank wore a BOZO wig and danced with all the girls and put his hands clear on their ASSES! I couldn’t believe it. Of course, they let him but he is married w/ 2 little kids!