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Fête, boum, and soirée

Fête, boum, soirée: three words with one meaning (more or less).

This year, Max and I were invited to birthday parties for Max’s cousin and uncle. As I’ve mentioned before, it’s been difficult to distinguish between French culture and Max’s eccentric family. Honestly it doesn’t make much of a difference- things tend to get weird in the best possible way.

60 ans Yannick

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Preparing the aperitif fountain!

Max’s uncle hosted a hilarious dinner for both friends and family. The family prepared des animations, entertainment, including a cowboy-themed dance, traditional dance from Madagascar, and a video slideshow. Honestly, it was comparable to a wedding reception. We also enjoyed one of my favorite French party traditions, the fil rouge. French parties tend to involve hours of sit-down meals, so the host will often designate someone to prepare a song or dance to get everyone up and moving in between courses.

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Anniversaire Mika et Béa

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Max’s cousin Mika and his wife Béa hosted a wonderful 70s-themed party in Brive-la-Gaillarde, a lakeside town in  central France. They rented out an offseason campground, complete with bunks for their guests to stay the weekend. We spent the day playing boules and strolling along hills with fantastic views of the lake and vacation cottages. That night, we enjoyed performances from their musically gifted family. The theme was the 70s, so that meant plenty of disco and hippie costumes. Kiss, Ziggy Stardust, and Che Guevara made appearances, and Max and I represented punk rock.

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Soccer and Disco

Max’s soccer team recently celebrated their fiftieth anniversary with a barbecue and soirée. It’s the only soccer team in a small rural town, so many of the town’s families have seen multiple generations of players. Max was mostly occupied with grilling and serving at the bar, but he took the time to point out some of the local celebrities:

That’s the oldest town resident. He’s 98 years old, and used to walk 6 kilometers to the neighboring town holding hands with his wife every day.

That’s the town mayor, also the only teacher at the school.

That’s the only town police officer, who’s also the local alcoholic.

Max’s brother was a team co-president this year, so he gave a speech. In the afternoon, the current team members played alongside alumni in a tournament. We even had a surprise visit from our patron and his dragster mustang.

In the evening, the team rented a hall and DJ for a dinner buffet with hours of dancing. Max’s dad surprised us all with his disco fever and ‘Gangnam Style’ moves. A couple of the team girlfriends roped me into attempting a traditional Bréton dance. Everyone had a wonderful and rowdy time.

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