It’s that season again here in The LPV… BBQs, BBQs, and more BBQs. Not that I’m complaining, but sometimes a BBQ during the day turns into a party at night and then I tend to end up a big ol’ M.E. double S, never being at home, neglecting a sad Fifty and an abandoned blog.
So without further ado, I give you a little rundown of the latest news of my life in Le Petit Village.
++ France has a new President elected by 51.63% of the vote. Allow me to introduce you to François Hollande. Good luck François, you’re going to need it.
++ Hollande got 60% of the vote here in The LPV… not too shabby, but keep in mind that in the first round of voting, he only got 20% while the Communist candidate got 30%. That’s right, I said Communist. The LPV is as red as Hugo Chavez’s shirt.
++ The Husband and I spent Election Day at Papa’s house. We ate homemade pizza and awaited the results. It was very dramatic. Even though the polls close in France at 8pm (earlier in some places), the winning candidate is announced at the same time with an estimated count. A countdown begins on the television screen and about thirty seconds before the announcement, pictures of Hollande and Sarkozy alternate flashing on the screen… until dun dun dun… at exactly 8pm, Hollande’s photo stood alone. There was something very Hunger Games about it.
++ Yesterday was a holiday here in France, V-E Day (Victory in Europe) but because yesterday was a Tuesday and it’s kind of dumb to have a weekend and then go to work on Monday only to have off on Tuesday, a lot of people got Monday off here too. They call it faire le pont which means, make the bridge. We made a bridge last week too, because the 1st of May, Fête du Travail, happened to fall on a Tuesday as well. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind making bridges every week.
++ Here in The LPV we celebrate bridge making with BBQs. On Monday, Brother-in-Law hosted one. Because no BBQ here could possibly go off without some sort of strange activity, The Husband and Gatz got into a wrestling match, crashed into a fence taking it down, and also, crashed on top of poor Honey’s Honey (The Husband made a very embarrassed and chastened apology to her yesterday morning).
++ And yesterday we went to a BBQ at The Cousin’s in Avignon where all the boys took turns shooting at frogs. I wish I was joking, but I’m not.