Dommage

Why is it that EVERY time I interact with one of my insanely attractive host brothers, I am awkward? Tonight's possible answers include:

A) I haven't showered in almost two days.
B) I'm running on 3 hours of sleep.
C) He was sick and therefore, while I sat next to him at dinner, I shifted away from him every time he so much as looked like he was going to sniff, cough, or sneeze.
D) Perhaps I'm just awkward.

Christophe's 25th birthday was October 27, but tonight was the first opportunity he had to come home to celebrate. I had no idea he was here until I walked into the dining room and saw him at the table.

Thank goodness for birthday champagne that is oh-so-good at relaxing those who drink it.

Regardless, it would be nice to have just one interaction with him where I looked/smelled decent. At least tonight when I spoke I didn't make a fool of myself like I had in times past. Sign of progress.

I catch the 6:30am train tomorrow morning to the airport so I can head to Prague until Sunday. I am SO excited.

Just two more essays that stand in my way.

and that's two too many.

Dublin updates soon, it was an AMAZING weekend.