mon pénis est gros, mes fesses poilus

I survived 35 minutes of interrogation in French. Or so it feels.

OK, not really. But it was, as we bilingual types say, dur. Because I'm out West, I was led to a small windowless room with a desk and a phone. I was given some instructions to review, some forms to sign, and I offered ID to verify my identity. I got to select 2 topics for the "warm up" phase of the test (family and vacation, cheers), when the phone rang.

*brrrrrrrrring*

My attendant answered, yammered away en français then handed the phone to me. Dude had one of those melt butter French Canadian accents--*schwing*. He explained how we'd proceed: warm up, actual test, post-test. We discussed my work, I had to participate in an office negotiation role play, we both masturbated and he asked me "how it was for me." I managed to use diferent tenses and voices, decent variety of vocabulary, and only the odd franglais. I left buzzed and drained.

The results are ---, A (not wholly clueless), B (can hold a decent conversation, sort of), C (can participate reasonably well in a sophisticated discussion, or exempt (fluently effortlessly bilingual). I predict a B, perhaps a C.

Now an hour of work, off to the printer to look at a proof, then poolside for Pride weekend--woo hoo!

PS ah the excitement: we're going on Sunday's leather cruise for Pride--w00t!