Is "ooo la-la" a verb?

I don't think "to ooo la-la" is technically a verb, but as of now it has become an integral part of my everyday vocabulary. I have to say, folks, when it comes to "ooo la-la'ing" it, I have become quite a pro.

The other day was the birthday of two of the lovely interns that I eat lunch with everyday. The hands of the clock moved painstakingly slow until the big hand reached the 12 and the small hand reached the 6. Honestly, that's a complete lie. I just was actually looking at the time every .09 seconds at the lower right hand corner of my computer. The other way makes me sound less worthless and a bit more dramatic, no? So, the clock ticked to the final hour, at which my bag was already packed and my coat was already buttoned. We closed down shop, rendez-vous'ed at the elevators, and booked it out of the building. We crossed the street, and again one more time to reach the bar. I see this bar every day on my way to and from the metro. It's called Indiana. Low and behold, I found myself at an American-styled bar with a group of French, Swedish and Swiss 20-something-year-old females. This is the day where I discovered something that may forever change my life: Happy Hour.

The concept of Happy Hour always reminds me of a cheesy 80's movie set in New York... like maybe Crocodile Dundee or something of that caliber. But alas, my perception of it has changed, for it is now one of the finer hours of the day. I'm not sure why a good cocktail is just so satisfying after a long day of sitting at a computer, but as soon as the mixture of a cold cocktail hit my tongue, my day seemed to have instantly redeemed. The special of the day was a Cointreaupolitan... like I almost had a clue as to what that was. Other girls ordered it, so I followed suit. Why not? Gotta try everything once, that's what I always say. The waitress comes back with martini glasses and small, bright pink plastic drink shakers with bright pink knitted hats on each one. We shake up the drinks, pour the mixture into our glasses, and lift up to toast the births of the two girls that sat at the table. So, here I am, sitting in a bar just around the corner from the Arc de Triomphe, drinking a Cointreapolitan, chit-chatting in French with the girls, in Paris. Ladies and gents, I was ooo la-la'ing.

The following evening, (most) all the Americans met up with our program directors from Notheastern University who were in Europe meeting with all of the different schools. We met near the very trendy area by the Centre Pompidou at a small restaurant called Pain, Fromage et Vin. Bread, Cheese and Wine. Yes please! The waiter lead us downstairs to the lower, basement level of the restaurant which looks like a cave. The entire room was made of stone brick- including the rounded cave-like ceiling and the archways. The directors were generously treating us to this fine night, so we ordered to our hearts (and stomachs) desires.We started off the night with 6 bottles of wine, 3 red and 3 white. It was such a fun night. We ordered fondue after fondue, salad after salad, loaf of bread after loaf, and easily breezed through countless more bottles of wine. Everyone was relaxing, laughing, and yelling over each other. I felt bad because that is not how the French dine, and the stone dome in which we were enclosed seemed to amplify every noise at least ten fold. We were able to talk to the directors about our concerns, and give them accurate feedback about our experiences and possible changes to be made. It was honestly a productive AND enjoyable evening. At 12:45 we ended up racing for the metros. I made it to 2 or the 3 trains, but the last of my trains home arrived, to which I was informed that it wouldn't be running anymore that night on account of construction. Bummer. I exited the metro station, and found myself on the Champs Elysées. I had zero money, and hence I began my search for an ATM. It wasn't long before I found one, conveniently located next to the Louis Vuitton store. I don't know why that came as such a surprise. I withdrew a 20, hailed a cab, and 6 euros and 10 minutes later was in the comfort of my pajamas.

Ooo la-la'ing: my new favorite activity. So swanky