We have nothing Toulouse

Bonjour from La Ville Rose!

Tis I for the last time (probably), here to regale you with the tales of my day.

Not that we did much.

So! Let me commence.

We awoke to the sun streaming through the window, it was ridiculously bright in our room and so we had awoken at like 8:30, and we decided that there was no point in going back to bed and so we had some breakfast: cereal with yoghurt.

Guess what.

There were only two bowls in the place, and since we hadn’t done the dishes…

Breakfast in a mug! My *favourite*.

But then afterwards we did all our dishes and realised, to our great happiness, that there was, like, an excess of Tupperware at this place, which was so convenient! We could take our pasta-lunch out with us.

But that was for a future time, we decided, as we waited for our first order of business, to continue our round of Skyjo that I had so abruptly ended yesterday. A reminder, I had 1 point, Andrea had 0 (first to 100 loses).

Somehow, through divine intervention perhaps, I was winning and by far (I was at 4 while she was at 48) and so she pulled a Ruby: messed up the cards and declared that the game was over.

We laughed.

The game will recommence tomorrow on the train, final showdown. Stay tuned.

We then though, “why don’t we watch something?” And so Andrea had the annoying idea of, “let’s watch Endgame since we have seen the first ten minutes!” And so sadly for me, we did watch Endgame (I would like to reiterate, I live Endgame (song and movie tbh) and I think it’s literally genius and perfect, but I hate that my favourites have to die. So.

But we didn’t make it anywhere near the end, since we had an appointment!

Indeed, my bestie Andrea was getting a tattoo!!

So we stepped out of the apartment, following our good friend google maps, and eventually made it to the place!

It was really cool, a cute vibe, the people were friendly and funny, and Andrea’s artist didn’t mind redrawing the design when Andrea said she didn’t really like it.

She got a turtle on her forearm, I find that it fits her perfectly, and it was really well drawn by the artist.

Andrea remained absolutely impassive through the whole thing; my disgust at needless was more visible than her pain. I assumed that it was because it didn’t hurt; she later told me that she got dizzy and almost fainted from the feeling. So. You know. Poker face!

That done, we then strolled back to a park that we liked the look of and sat down to consume our pasta for lunch. It was, again, delicious. We yacked a little and then decided, since it was quite windy and thus chilly, that a speed walk to our next rendez-vous would be beneficial.

However, as we left the park, we passed through a class of ten year old kids doing sports. And I was, like, getting flashbacks to the Redcaps of Volvic, especially since *again* they pointed and laughed at my skirt! I don’t understand! Why is it so weird? I love it!

My little heart was broken.

But never mind, because we moved past those kids, and OH MY GOD the wind was annoying, it was somehow ALWAYS behind me? No matter where we went? Which made my hair a mess, and it blew into my eyes and mouth and ughh wind is annoying sometimes.

Anyway.

We made it to our next appointment, that is to say, one of those high definition photo of your iris places! This was actually the reason for our visit to Toulouse: it was a dream of Andrea’s, and it was a birthday present.

They were really nice and it was really easy, and my eyes are actually cool close up (I feel like they must edit them in some capacity because my eyes don’t look that detailed, but Andrea says it’s probably the high definition of it). We got a duo pic and a solo for Andrea, and it took like fifteen minutes, and we yacked with the dude the whole time we waited.

After that we had no plans! So we strolled to a carrefour to get some stuff for Andrea’s tattoo, I made her look at the Place du Capitole (it’s like the one defining thing of Toulouse so), we went into one shop and then a Fnac (because Liky lives Fnacs) and then just went home!

Andrea’s feet were in pain; she is not made for the walking life as I am.

When we got home we sat down and chilled a little, I wrote some blog, and then it was decided that we should finish Endgame. So Andrea got up to close the curtains…

… and my arm was hit with a curtain pole.

I was very perplexed as to what had just happened, my brain was not computing this turn of events, and then I look up, and Andrea is standing there sheepishly holding the other half of the pole and the curtain.

Cut to twenty minutes later, we’re both on tiptoes on unstable chairs, using clothes hangers to try and slot the two together while keeping them in the hooks and keeping the curtain from sliding off.

My arms hurt so bad from holding them up, I was beginning to lose hope, when finally, *finally*, we somehow managed to succeed. Some yelling of “don’t move! I’ve got it!” ensued, and then we were able to relax once more, curtain crisis averted.

We then say down to watch the end of Endgame. And I had this sick feeling in my stomach because I really cannot stress enough how much I dislike watching my favourite characters die (the question can be asked, why am I in the Marauders fandom haha, but that is besides the point).

And then about an hour later I was weeping my little heart out, and Andrea didn’t really know what to do because I am talking full on ugly cry sobbing (literally just thinking about it now, I’m this close 👌 to tears).

It later came out that my crying was really funny to her, and actually stopped her from crying. Like, at first she thought I was laughing hysterically. I am so hurt.

After that absolute train wreck, I think Andrea wanted to cheer me up somehow because I was still crying after the movie had ended, and she said “what’s that movie with the songs and Zendaya?” And I immediately perked up, like “The Greatest Showman?” And she had never seen it!! Scandal!! Blasphemy!! Treason!!!

So we watched it. And she did not like it. More scandal. More blasphemy. More treason!

We also ordered some food because there was no chance of us going out; her feet were sore and I had mascara stains on my arms and hands and face.

After The Greatest Showman ended, I called mum and dad and chatted a bit, and then our food arrived so we went downstairs to get it, and we ate on the little balcony in the early summer air.

They had forgotten Andrea’s salmon so she was a bit miffed; apart from that it was good!

Next up we had some dishes to do, and once again Andrea did the washing and I did the drying. She was complaining about how it was gross because there was like, onion and stuff in the sauce, or whatever, and I remarked that we would be great if we ever were flatmates. She was all like “why, because I’ll do the yucky stuff when it’s cleaning time?” And I was just like, “you *get me* Andrea” and honestly I’m lucky she didn’t make us trade places.

Afterwards she planned on showering, so I put on some music (Undressed, by Sombr, over and over because that song is like a drug, at least I assume, didn’t do drugs kids), and Andrea shouted to “shut up that song because she’s already heard it four times”, and then she decided she couldn’t be bothered to shower, which, understandable.

So we lay in our bedroom and I wrote this blog, and we listened to some 5sos.

OH! And I was scandalised to learn that my family (the meanies) played Articulate without me, when I would give anything to play that, but nooo when Ruby is there it’s all phones and work and books, but as soon as I’m gone it’s family board games? I see how it is.

Anyways.

We’re probably gonna sleep soon, so I bid thee adieu, perhaps for the last time (unless I give an update as to our games of Skyjo on the train).

No moments of silence; no comrades have fallen.

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