Once Again, Out Partied By the Ladies In Their Eighties

It’s village fête time.  Last year we did our local village with the amazing duck carcass feast.  We totally enjoyed it.  This year, we tried out the smaller village fête that served traditional Gasconnes cuisine. As the courses slowly unfolded we realized it was a feast dedicated to how many ways you can serve chicken.  Each course was lovely and filling.  Lots of food.  Too much food.  I love the food.  In the end, we had Champagne ( but not real Champagne from Champagne.  It was produced in the Gers and nice, but we’ll see what tomorrow brings ) with “croustade,” which is a nice apple flakey yummness.

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Our friend Anthony came along for the ride and hopefully had his fill of accordion music, crazy french fun and a multi course meal where one course is a little glass of alcohol.  Before the food fun, he partook in a local classic: blonde beer with a gloob of peach syrup.  I’m not sure what he made of this, but as a beer connoisseur, it was his job to try it out.
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Brent dusted off his yuppie wear to look fine for the occasion.  I think he’s beginning to feel more comfortable in his blue farm pants, but he looks very cute in his farmanies.

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Michael wore his shirt as per usual.  This is how he rolls.  I think he wears his shirt inside out on purpose to gain attention from those i-dotters and t-crossers.  We can’t stand disorder.

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Minty had a Coke.  We don’t drink Coke very often.  She could only drink half.

Then she crashed.

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Zélie ran around, ran around, ran around, dodged a dude, ran around, ran around, then ate, then ate, then ate.  Hours later, after bopping to the beat and after putting her hands in the air and waving them like she just didn’t care.  Hours after that. She zombied.  Then she mellowed.  Then Brent took her and sleeping Otto home.
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The accordian –  sax ensemble was too much for us to sit still so Lucy and I cut a rug to the giving tunes of waltzes i’ve long forgotten.  We were watched and giggled at in a charming way.  We took a bow, had a food fight with the neighboring table then quickly made our way to the Hilux.  Meanwhile, spritely, young ladies in their eighties were dancing the night away.  I was tired.  I aspire to dance the way they dance to the wee hours of the fête.  And they do this in heels.  Gadblessem.

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3 thoughts on “Once Again, Out Partied By the Ladies In Their Eighties

  1. Gladys August 5, 2012 / 4:18 am

    Yes, I notice the older women in Brazil dancing, in bikinis no less and I get tired just thinking of doing what they are doing. Yet, I want to do that, too, when I am 80

  2. Susan Lea August 12, 2012 / 3:41 am

    French women do everything in heels! I bet they even milk cows in heels! My favorite place to take American visitors was Les Baux de Provence to visit the castle ruins high on a cliff. It’s the kind of place where you wish there were railings to hang onto other than just the one up top where the wind could blow you off a narrow ledge without the railing. I kid you not, I have seen French mamie’s tottering around the ruin in heels I wouldn’t have worn when I was 30!

    Loved the local color!

    • Jean Curtis August 12, 2012 / 6:42 am

      We’ve been to Les Baux when we flew out for a vacation many years ago. Those steps! We laughed because there is no way people would be allowed to walk up there if it was in America. It’s a beautiful place.

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