June 14, 2003 – Saturday

Firemen To The Rescue

Difficulty in getting up this morning, if that wasn’t gonna be obvious from the events last night. I had leftover pizza for breakfast. Just like home! I’m feeling a little nervous now about the haircut. Sobriety is starting to give me second thoughts, and I’m so scared I’m gonna look like a butchy little boy.

They had a huge lunch prepared at the Bar for today, in order to feed everyone before the wedding. They brought out tables to the sidewalk outside. As we were sitting and waiting, my mom noticed smoke coming through the windows of the house across the street. When she peered closer, she realized the house was actually on fire!

My dad and Jean-Paul immediately ran across the street to help. It was only a little elderly couple that lived there, and they were inside, having not yet noticed the fire. Turns out that they had been making French fries in a pot of oil over the fireplace. They took the fries into the kitchen to eat, but had forgotten the oil over the fire. It got too hot and caught fire, and since the chimney had not been cleaned in a while, it spread pretty quickly.

Together, Jean-Paul and my dad were able to put out the fire, but they both got some minor burns in the process. Plus, their throats were really hurting from inhaling the smoke. Although we were totally proud of them, my mom was a little upset at my dad because he took a big risk doing that in spite of his injuries.

When the fire department arrived, they declared that everything was okay, but only because Jean-Paul and my dad had saved the day. Everyone was treating them like heros, and it was cute. They were doing the same for my mom, because she was the one that noticed the fire in the first place.

Yannik finally arrived from Paris, bringing with him an enormous entourage. He told me that he would be driving me to my hair appointment. I guess last night, my mom had decided she wanted to get her hair cut too, so they made her an appointment as well. I felt better that I was not going to be doing it alone, except she wasn’t going to be cutting hers as short.

Yannik wanted to impress us, so he borrowed his friend’s Ferrari to take us to the salon. Kelsey came with me for moral support. Yannik couldn’t handle all the estrogen, so he took off, saying he’d be back by 5pm.

I really like my hair. I can’t believe I cut it though. It’s so different, but its so fun and easy, and it makes me look really different. It’s the happiest I’ve been with my hair in a long time. My mom didn’t feel the same way about hers though. She said it made her look like Julie Andrews in Sound of Music. I was amazed she liked my hair though, since normally she hates it when I cut my hair to even chin length, because she wants me to have long hair.

Since everyone else was at the wedding, Yannik and his biker friends held a BBQ at the Bar. Valentin stayed behind and played darts and foosball with Kelsey and I all night. At one point, Michel’s son Jules, who is 15, came and joined us. We had met him earlier at the wine store. That boy is such a flirt. He’s a little ladies’ man. Valentin was getting really jealous, and it was completely adorable. Every time Jules and I started talking, he would climb up on my lap and try to start me on a different conversation, or drag me over to the dart board away from Jules.