Sunday, August 10, 2008
I was at a French friend's apartment for a party. My New Zealand friend and I began bragging about our petanque prowess. We mentioned having beaten two Frenchmen at their own game- big mistake. The gauntlet was thrown and it was snatched up by several of the French partygoers.
It was Westside Story for the 21st century and there was even a girl named Maria (Marie actually but work with me). It was Sharks Vs Jets but without the queer ballet dancing. New Zealand got his ire up and I had to hold him back singing.
“Play it cool boy, real cool”
“Keep coolly-cool boooooy”
The rumble was to take place after the dance at Place Dauphine on the Ile de la Cite.
Ile de la Cite,
You lovely island…
Island of expats with visas
Always the tourists are going
Always the petanke balls are rolling.
New Zealand and I walked down the middle of the street, snapping our fingers. We would have danced but the petanke balls are heavy and we promised to bring the water so we were pretty weighed down
When you’re a Jet
You’re a Jet all the way
From your first cochanette
To your last petanke play
The rumble didn’t go as planned; we played poorly. As we got further and further behind I began to slowly slip into a New Zealand accent to protect America from this shame. Finally, we were put out of our misery and the French triumped. They beat us fair and square although we did accuse them of cheating because that how we roll.
The sun had set and we and everyone drifted home. I gently wept as I walked slowly across Pont Neuf.
Our asses were kicked tonight
The French took their revenge, tonight
New Zealand was disgraced tonight
Team Kiwi played like the All Blacks tonight