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What I Did On Christmas

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on January 8, 2010 by drunkexpatwriter

We started celebrating in the late afternoon on Thursday when the Vert Anglais had a lock in for staff and regulars (i.e. all our friends who were still in town or not at a family obligation were there.)

Got mildly buzzed and came home and chilled out, ate dinner and cuddled on the couch. Rome Girl then gave me the first of my Christmas presents – a cool black shiny Zippo. While cuddling we watched a new Patti Smith documentary. It was awful, but we had fun making fun of it.

Before bed she told me I could unwrap my other present as long as I didn’t use it until morning, because she didn’t want my drunk ass bothering the neighbors. Opened it up and drooled over DJ Hero until falling asleep.

Friday woke up around 10:30. Since Rome Girl sleeps with a white noise machine and headphones (I snore) I was able to power up DJ Hero and pump out some jams. Then she woke up and started downloading a bunch of mashups and other stuff (I got her two gigs of RAM as part of her birthday/Christmas present so she can now do lots of stuff with her computer that she didn’t used to be able to do.)

At 1 p.m. we went and met Jody, Catherine and Adam at the Greyhound in the Place de la Comedie for some drinks. Then, we went back to the Vert where there was a lock in cocktail party with tons of people we know and the family members of the bar owners. Around 4 p.m. we went back to the apartment.

Rome Girl then started cooking Christmas dinner. She made a pork roast stuffed with goat cheese, gingerbread stuffing, baked goat cheese and strawberries, mashed spuds with cheese, garlic, creme fraiche and assorted other goodies. I played with DJ Hero and rocked out.

Somewhere along the way we did the various family member calls. Hearing Rome Girl try to explain to her mom what DJ Hero is, was amusing.

At night we watched Marie Antoinette. Man, all the girls look really sexy in those 17th Century costumes. The rest of it, was sorta blah. The first half of the film is spent on her trying to get Louis XVI to fuck her (it’s not clear if he’s gay, asexual or some combination of both) and the second half is spent with her being in a snit over the way the people at the Court of Versailles behave. The film stops before the good stuff happens. It would be like if Titanic ended while everyone was still having fun on the boat.

We then watched Lost in Translation which I’d never seen before. It’s the best of the three Sophia Copolla films I’ve seen (Virgin Suicides, Marie Antoinette and LIT) but it still struck me as essentially an arty version of “Before Sunrise.”

Then stuffed with food and drink we went to bed.

Rome Girl said it was one of the best Christmases she’d ever had, and I’d find it hard to argue with her on that. Fun, friends and DJ funk is hard to beat.

Vert Anglais – The Rules

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on December 20, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

Dear residents of Montpellier – I’d like to suggest some really simple rules of conduct when you hang out at the Vert Anglais:

1. Close the fucking door when you leave. In the winter it’s closed to keep the heat in. In the summer it’s closed to keep the air conditioning in. Both of which are important.

2. After you wash your hands turn off the fucking faucet. There is nothing worse than having to pee, realizing you have to wait for someone else to finish and seeing/hearing running water.

3. Yes there are two levels to the bar. But, you’ll notice a sign in both English and French that either says “Open” or “Closed.” If it says closed and you go up there, you are not likely to have someone come up there and sell you a drink.

4. No, you are not entitled to free drinks if you have had a couple rounds of coffee. And, asking the bartender for free beers after you’ve sat there for four hours nursing coffee will not make you any friends.

5. Loudly asking your server if he is gay while giggling makes you – not him – look like an asshole.

6. “Reserve” is not a difficult word to translate from French to English. If a table has a large sign reading “reserve” on it you should probably sit somewhere else.

7. If you walk up to the bar and see four completely empty seats and one seat with a half drunk beer and a cell phone sitting in front of it – chose any other seat than that one.

8. If you order a pink beer you have to accept that you will be slightly made fun of.

9. That pretty girl who serves you drinks during the day – she’s an out and proud lesbian. If you are a dude hitting on her will get you nowhere.

10. Fucking tip the bar staff. They work really fucking hard and 80 percent of you bastards don’t leave them a dime.

Bad Chat Up Line

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on September 30, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

At the Vert Anglais tonight I was sitting next to a young American student trying to pick up a French girl who spoke English.

She asked him what he was doing in Europe and he said “Traveling and learning.”

She responded: “What have you learned?”

He said: “That I never want to be by the sea again.”

She said: “Why not?”

He said: “Because the sea is the same everywhere you go and I don’t want to stay the same. But I’ve learned that the mountains are always growing and I want to always grow. So, I will forsake the sea and embrace the mountains.”

She said: “How old are you?”

He said: “21.”

He then, I shit you not, put his hand on her shoulder and said: “And I’ve learned that it is a beautiful woman like you who can help me grow like the ancient mountains.”

She said: “I need to go talk to my friends.”

There’s A Doctor In The House

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on August 14, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

So, when I was at the Vert Anglais last night my doctor came up to me. This is not unusual – he hangs out in the bars and cafes in town and is known to just have a drink and chat with his patients.

Anyway, what was unusual was that he told me that he’s retiring Sept. 1 and wanted to introduce me to the man who is taking over his practice. It seems he’d been doing this all day – dragging the new doctor from cafe to cafe and store to store and introducing him to the people he’s been treating for the last 50 years or so.

The new doctor seems nice – but he looks to be in his late 20s/maybe early 30s and resembles Trey Anestasio. This will be the first time I’ve ever had a doctor who is younger than me and who has a long ponytail.

The doctor introduced himself as “Benjamin” and didn’t provide a last name. As several of my doctor’s patients were at the Vert Anglais he sat down and had a beer and lit up a Camel with all of us. He wanted to assure us that just like our current doctor he intended to hang around the bars and cafes in the afternoon and evenings just to keep an eye on us and make sure the people in his little neck of the woods are doing OK.

Sharing a beer and smoking a cigarette with my soon to be new doctor really made me appreciate living where I live. It also reminded me that while Montpellier is a huge city, Centre Ville, where I live, is really a small village. And being the doctor in Centre Ville is essentially like being the town doctor in a small town in America.

And I think that’s a good thing. Taking care of patients shouldn’t just be about looking them over when they walk in the door. It should be about being a part of your community and making sure everyone is OK.

Lately everyone has been talking about different health care plans and what’s good and what’s bad and should the government be involved and what about freedom and will health care decline and all sorts of shit.

In that argument we seem to forget that it all comes down to people. No matter what system you have if your doctor isn’t part of your community your standard of care will suffer. If he or she does want to be a part of your community your standard of care will soar.

Instead of arguing the pros and cons of different economic models I’d rather have an argument about how to get doctors out of their offices and really know their patients as people.

Vert Anglais Movie Star

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on August 14, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

George, one of the main barmen at the Vert Anglais, was asked to be the co-star of a movie when he was living in Pasadena four years ago. At the time it was never released and he sorta forgot about it.

But, this week he got an email telling him that the film, Gone is going to start making the film festival circuit.

If you click the link you’ll see him in the trailer. He plays a well dressed drug lord.

A Doctor In The House

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on August 14, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

So, when I was at the Vert Anglais last night my doctor came up to me. This is not unusual – he hangs out in the bars and cafes in town and is known to just have a drink and chat with his patients.

Anyway, what was unusual was that he told me that he’s retiring Sept. 1 and wanted to introduce me to the man who is taking over his practice. It seems he’d been doing this all day – dragging the new doctor from cafe to cafe and store to store and introducing him to the people he’s been treating for the last 50 years or so.

The new doctor seems nice – but he looks to be in his late 20s/maybe early 30s and resembles Trey Anestasio. This will be the first time I’ve ever had a doctor who is younger than me and who has a long ponytail.

The doctor introduced himself as “Benjamin” and didn’t provide a last name. As several of my doctor’s patients were at the Vert Anglais he sat down and had a beer and lit up a Camel with all of us. He wanted to assure us that just like our current doctor he intended to hang around the bars and cafes in the afternoon and evenings just to keep an eye on us and make sure the people in his little neck of the woods are doing OK.

Sharing a beer and smoking a cigarette with my soon to be new doctor really made me appreciate living where I live. It also reminded me that while Montpellier is a huge city, Centre Ville, where I live, is really a small village. And being the doctor in Centre Ville is essentially like being the town doctor in a small town in America.

And I think that’s a good thing. Taking care of patients shouldn’t just be about looking them over when they walk in the door. It should be about being a part of your community and making sure everyone is OK.

Lately everyone has been talking about different health care plans and what’s good and what’s bad and should the government be involved and what about freedom and will health care decline and all sorts of shit.

In that argument we seem to forget that it all comes down to people. No matter what system you have if your doctor isn’t part of your community your standard of care will suffer. If he or she does want to be a part of your community your standard of care will soar.

Instead of arguing the pros and cons of different economic models I’d rather have an argument about how to get doctors out of their offices and really know their patients as people.

Bitburger Beer In Montpellier – Vert Anglais

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 5, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

The Vert Anglais is now offering Bitburger beer. It’s a popular German beer and it’s going to be the Happy Hour beer from 9 p.m. to 10 p.m.

Give it a shot!

Bart

Vert Anglais Bitburger Beer

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on August 5, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

The Vert Anglais is now offering Bitburger – a very popular German beer.

It’s going to be the happy hour beer at three euros a pint from 9 p.m. to 10 p.m.

Vert Anglais Montpellier – Now With Hamburgers!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on July 30, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

The Vert Anglais now serves awesome hamburgers until 9 p.m. – making it the only bar in Montpellier where you can get a burger at night.

Try it – you know you want it!

New Super Savings At The Vert Anglais In Montpellier

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on June 1, 2009 by drunkexpatwriter

Starting Tuesday you’ll be able to get a Carlsberg for 3.5 euros – vs 5 euros for a Kro – and if you order four Carlsbergs (either when buying a round, or for yourself over the course of the night) they’ll charge you 10 euros for the four Carlsbergs (bringing the effective price down to 2. 5 euros for Carlsberg.)

It’s by far the best deal at any bar in Montpellier.