First I went to the Centre Pompidou and saw American greats like Jackson Pollock’s paint-splattered masterpieces. And I also took some touristy photos at the top of the escalator, blocking traffic and causing mumbling among the non-tourists, like all great Americans do.
And then I had dinner at a place called Breakfast in America, whose tagline is “an American diner in Paris.” While I sat at the bar and chomped on ketchup-drenched fries and a cheeseburger (which I did not cut up with a fork), I read the New York Times conveniently left next to the salt and pepper shakers. Amidst all the stories about bombings and child molestation, I came across a gem featuring rising hip-hop star Drake, or as he is known to me, Jimmy the angsty basketball player-turned-wheelchair-ridden (of course) star of Canadian teenage soap opera Degrassi.
Drake’s road to hip-hop stardom has been a rocky one, for he’s had to work through all the problems that sprung up when he quit the show – like how he’s really bad with names now because he worked with 50 bajillion costars and could never keep who was who straight.
And when I got home, I spent a few minutes in the common room watching a dubbed-over episode of THE greatest American sitcom of the past few decades, Friends. I didn’t think Chandler could get anymore uppity and condescending until I saw him speaking French.*
And while I wasn’t brave enough to wear it out in public, I’m going to sleep tonight in my all-American Steve Miller Band t-shirt, also known as the most obnoxious shirt ever made.
Why yes, those are bubble letters. Shooting out of a guitar-shaped rocket.
*I wrote this post yesterday, so if USA won I'd like to take some of the credit.
* Kidding!
omg I love American too, now I smile because I think you do too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!USA USA USA
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