This week alone, I've been out dancing and enjoying my friends past midnight two separate nights.
It's a definite shake up of a sedentary, Middle American life.
Wednesday was the final day of the Festival of Quillan, the village where we live. They'd had music from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. for four nights in a row, and the final night included fireworks. We had friends over for dinner but let them know we planned to head downtown for the celebrations. They decided to watch the fireworks from their home perched above the city, so when they left about 15 minutes before 10, Earl and I walked down the hill to join the crowd.
We luckily found a table where a family with a stroller was leaving, so we sat down to enjoy a glass of red wine as the band played.
And they were good! Covering all the popular songs along with numerous French songs we didn't know but swayed back and forth to. Friends passed our table, stopping to exchange cheek kisses and say hello.
Earl and I danced on the cobblestones in front of the stage then returned to the table to drink wine until we saw the crowd beginning to shift toward the old bridge.
|Our view from the table|
As we made our way toward the bridge, we passed more friends seated at tables, so kissed our way through the crowd. Luckily, Earl's kind of a big guy so he managed to clear a space and we could watch the 15-minute firework display.
|I took two pictures then put my phone away to watch without a filter.|
|The band really engaged the audience and the female dancer/singers changed costumes throughout.|
|I took this from the city's Facebook post|
Then Saturday was another community dinner. I was a bit unsure about the menu, but convinced myself and Earl that the important thing was the camaraderie. So we gathered under the tent to share a meal. 20 Euros for aperitifs (predinner drinks and nibbles)
|Community under the tent|
|I ate about two-thirds of mine then passed them along to Steve sitting next to me.|
|They set out bins for the discarded mussel shells|
|We learned you should never pry open a mussel that didn't open during cooking. It was dead when it went in the pot.|
When we got it, Dave across the table immediately removed the flat bone and set it on an empty plate in the middle of the table. I wondered if it simply slid out, cause it kind of bothered me to look at it.
"Give me your plate," he said. So I did and he deboned it for me while Earl accused me of being a five-year-old who needed her meat cut up.
|Pork cheeks on potato and onion confit|
|Tiramisu for dessert|
We walked home to the strains of the music which had cranked up again.
Staying up late, enjoying the company of friends, and getting out of bed when I wake up.
I might have it better than Cinderella did.