After meeting at Notre Dame, the locals (being us) took the tourists (being them) to Champs-Élysées on the metro - we bought them tickets and it was legal and everything! The five of us (Mik and his two Canadian buddies from the tour) walked up the beautiful touristy boulevard, bought ice-cream at Haagen-Daas, took touristy photos of the Arc and sang beautiful songs under it on the ukelele (a video will soon go viral of this wondrous event).
I bought a beautiful coat at H&M. The sale is OFF THE CHAIN, YO. So amazing, it makes you speak in rapper-talk. We spent a lot of time in Nike and Adidas stores because boys are stupid and are into sports and stuff. After a respite at our apartment, Tash & I joined them for drinks and embarrassing dancing at O'Sullivans, the club/cesspool next door to the Moulin Rouge. We walked home, and thanks to Tash's great sense of direction, made it back alive. No really. She kinda saved our lives.
Today was mainly spent recuperating and trying to remember what happened last night (we seriously just remembered something totally random and embarrassing). Good times with good friends. Here's to sticking together and being safe while still living life to max capacity. Woooooooooooooop!
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