Saturday, September 24, 2005
And so it begins...
A hangover is never recommended when you have to take care of children. The head thumps with each breath you take; especially when three year olds yell or squeal with delight. I am guessing that I had way too much to drink last night.
In Paris with nothing to do, my former T.A., John, suggested that I go on www.craiglist.com to meet other people. Since no-one I know of from UIUC had arrived as yet I decided to take a risk and find some guys and gals to hang with.
Craiglist is a fun site to meet different people. Apparently, it is really big in California but I had never heard of it when I was in the Mid-West. I figured I would meet some weirdos but I hoped that the gods did not hate me too much to allow me some normal people too. As luck with have it, I met Nicholas.
Nicholas is a 25 year old french guy who had studied at UC Berkeley. He is 'tres mignonne'; really adorable! We met up near my place and he took me up to the Sacre Coeur where I nearly had an asthma attack climbing up those goddamn stairs. Of course, we could have taken the 'funicular de Montmarte' but that would have been too easy.
At the top I had a spectacular view of the city of Paris. It truly is beautiful. If I had not been panting and dying for air , the scene would have taken my breath away.
Onwards we went where Nicholas and I met up with his childhood friend, Bruno. Bruno is equally adorable, albeit with a more 'scholarly' air. We chilled out at his small apartment, drank beer and wine and smoked. Not marijuana, though (Tant pis!) . My first cigarettes after so long. It felt so good!
Funnily enough, we hit up an Australian Bar, in Paris, with another friend of the guys', Gille. He is very pleasant too but not my type, although, I know some of my friends would think he is hot. After having a tequila shot (YES!) and a beer, we headed off to some club. I do not know where I was because we did a lot of walking but it is supposedly near the Pantheon. That club rocks! It certainly did have an "American" feel to it with the UCLA, Minnesota Vikings and other miscellaneous U.S. university markings on its walls. Although the initial disco music did not get me off, the later latin, R&B and hip hop really did. Nicholas is the only one of his friends who can actually dance and it was a lot of fun. I realized the French certainly love making their drinks strong because I had a Long Island like none other. By the end of the night, I was pretty loopy.
Since the metro closes at around 1:00 AM, the four of us took a cab back to Montmarte. It was probably the worst car ride I had ever had. Every few seconds we would stop and I wanted to throw up so badly. Nicholas kept asking me if I was OK and I guess I looked like I was in pretty bad shape. I kept bitng my lip just so that I could focus on something else besides lurching.
Fortunately, the guys were nice enough to stop the cab sooner than expected so that we could walk instead. The fresh air made me feel so much better and I felt lively again. I distinctly remember it was 4AM at that point because I kept telling Nicholas, "Oh shit! I hope I can wake up at 8:30 to babysit". Nicholas thought that was quite hilarious and probably that I would not make it. So, he walked me home and went to crash at Bruno's place. He lives too far away from the city to make it back on foot.
Miraculously, I arrived at my room without waking up my neighbors and went to bed.
However, throughout the course of the night I would wake up and puke. It was a really fun night out but, sadly, until now, I cannot hold my liquour. Some things will never change.
A hangover is never recommended when you have to take care of children. The head thumps with each breath you take; especially when three year olds yell or squeal with delight. I am guessing that I had way too much to drink last night.
In Paris with nothing to do, my former T.A., John, suggested that I go on www.craiglist.com to meet other people. Since no-one I know of from UIUC had arrived as yet I decided to take a risk and find some guys and gals to hang with.
Craiglist is a fun site to meet different people. Apparently, it is really big in California but I had never heard of it when I was in the Mid-West. I figured I would meet some weirdos but I hoped that the gods did not hate me too much to allow me some normal people too. As luck with have it, I met Nicholas.
Nicholas is a 25 year old french guy who had studied at UC Berkeley. He is 'tres mignonne'; really adorable! We met up near my place and he took me up to the Sacre Coeur where I nearly had an asthma attack climbing up those goddamn stairs. Of course, we could have taken the 'funicular de Montmarte' but that would have been too easy.
At the top I had a spectacular view of the city of Paris. It truly is beautiful. If I had not been panting and dying for air , the scene would have taken my breath away.
Onwards we went where Nicholas and I met up with his childhood friend, Bruno. Bruno is equally adorable, albeit with a more 'scholarly' air. We chilled out at his small apartment, drank beer and wine and smoked. Not marijuana, though (Tant pis!) . My first cigarettes after so long. It felt so good!
Funnily enough, we hit up an Australian Bar, in Paris, with another friend of the guys', Gille. He is very pleasant too but not my type, although, I know some of my friends would think he is hot. After having a tequila shot (YES!) and a beer, we headed off to some club. I do not know where I was because we did a lot of walking but it is supposedly near the Pantheon. That club rocks! It certainly did have an "American" feel to it with the UCLA, Minnesota Vikings and other miscellaneous U.S. university markings on its walls. Although the initial disco music did not get me off, the later latin, R&B and hip hop really did. Nicholas is the only one of his friends who can actually dance and it was a lot of fun. I realized the French certainly love making their drinks strong because I had a Long Island like none other. By the end of the night, I was pretty loopy.
Since the metro closes at around 1:00 AM, the four of us took a cab back to Montmarte. It was probably the worst car ride I had ever had. Every few seconds we would stop and I wanted to throw up so badly. Nicholas kept asking me if I was OK and I guess I looked like I was in pretty bad shape. I kept bitng my lip just so that I could focus on something else besides lurching.
Fortunately, the guys were nice enough to stop the cab sooner than expected so that we could walk instead. The fresh air made me feel so much better and I felt lively again. I distinctly remember it was 4AM at that point because I kept telling Nicholas, "Oh shit! I hope I can wake up at 8:30 to babysit". Nicholas thought that was quite hilarious and probably that I would not make it. So, he walked me home and went to crash at Bruno's place. He lives too far away from the city to make it back on foot.
Miraculously, I arrived at my room without waking up my neighbors and went to bed.
However, throughout the course of the night I would wake up and puke. It was a really fun night out but, sadly, until now, I cannot hold my liquour. Some things will never change.
# posted by Mare @ 2:19 AM 
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dude, sorry!! I totally didn't think about it.
And yes, many people have already told me that craigslist.com is a porn site. But judging from the fact that i live in a sex district, it isn't surprising that i would make such a mistake hehe
:P
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And yes, many people have already told me that craigslist.com is a porn site. But judging from the fact that i live in a sex district, it isn't surprising that i would make such a mistake hehe
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