Au Revoir Eddie

Yesterday we got some unfortunate news. Our French roommate (changed my mind about the spelling, thanks ely) Eddie is the first to leave our house. He is leaving because his co-worker and fellow frog is not being allowed to move in. Apparently our sleeze ball landlord thinks that there are too many "blokes" living in the house and we need more girls.

Rather than lie down and accept the unfair treatment as taught by his forefathers, Eddie promptly told off the landlord and left. I don't think anyone really minds except for Riley and I because we found him absolutely hilarious. Plus, he was going to unlock my iPhone.

He has a pretty awesome way of making money. It is a complete scam. He drives around a truck full of about 80-100 paintings of French landscapes. He and his co-worker go into random homes and Asian restaurants and pretend to be French art students from La Sorbonne and sell these paintings for $200-$300.

I am confident that Simon Birch would be a better painter than Eddie.

So basically, they fool helpless restaurant owners and idiotic home-owners into buying a run of the mill painting of L'Arc du Triumphe. He makes about $800 a day for doing next to nothing because he just drives the truck and "manages" the sellers.

I wish Riley and I could come up with something like that. Maybe we could say that we are American cowboys and sell lasso's or handcrafted belt buckles.

On an unrelated note, November in Melbourne is called mustache Movember. You sign up on some website and pledge to grow a mustache for the entire month and people can donate money to your cause and it goes to charity. Plus you get discounts at local restaurants, shops, etc. Unfortunately, our catering job requires that we remain clean shaven at all events.

Too bad. I missed out on a legitimate excuse to grow a mustache and not be ashamed in public (and private).

Riley and I just got the word that we are invited to another swanky event on the Melbourne social calendar. One of our new friends is going to take us as her guests to the Australian launch of some fancy French champagne company this monday. Apparently it is going to be a big deal and according to the invitation, we have to dress "tres chic." That might be an issue but she said that she is going to let the social life photographers know that some really sweet "American La Crosse players" are going to be there. Hah.

We were finally paid for our whopping three days work today. Finally some financial breathing room. On the list of things I need to use the money on:

Rent
Food
Black Shoes for work (good thing I bought those brown shoes before I came...)
Bicycle
Fake Mustache for discounts
DJ Hero to keep Trance Armstrong in shape (yes it actually exists)

In all likelihood, only three of those will happen, but it can't hurt to dream. Unless its a violent dream on a small hostel bunk bed. Write that down.