Turns out by now that I know too many people for one birthday guest list, and rather than just trim it, I decided to leave official French youth status in style by celebrating twice. The first weekend was another experimental cocktail party like I'd had last year. With friends from my PhD program and my lab/the lab next door, we sampled a variety of cocktails including a creatively named "lava lamp" made from globs of vodka shots floating in champagne, and a few cocktails with some potential like our strawberry-lemon-basil gin-based cocktail, but the unanimous winner was last year's reigning champion, the Earl Grey martini.
With the cocktail testing out of the way, the next week (last weekend) went to my wilder crowd (the Institut Pasteur lunch gang). We headed up to my rooftop pool for some late night pool party shenanigans and a view across the city. Slipping out just before the night guard's first round of inspections, we made it down to my apartment cleared for a night of pizzas, mixed drinks, and laughter with expats from across the globe.
I'd like to share just a few snapshots of the two weeks' festivities:
A birthday may only come once a year, but there's no reason the same needs to hold true for its celebration. And how else should I fill my weekends now that there is no more museum challenge? But even sans youth discounts and free admissions, it's still not so shabby a place to live. Here's to another year of my twenties as an expat in Paris.
With the cocktail testing out of the way, the next week (last weekend) went to my wilder crowd (the Institut Pasteur lunch gang). We headed up to my rooftop pool for some late night pool party shenanigans and a view across the city. Slipping out just before the night guard's first round of inspections, we made it down to my apartment cleared for a night of pizzas, mixed drinks, and laughter with expats from across the globe.
I'd like to share just a few snapshots of the two weeks' festivities:
A birthday may only come once a year, but there's no reason the same needs to hold true for its celebration. And how else should I fill my weekends now that there is no more museum challenge? But even sans youth discounts and free admissions, it's still not so shabby a place to live. Here's to another year of my twenties as an expat in Paris.
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