French Trains...BOO :(
Waking up so early and so quickly that you're sick to your stomach and your sweater is still wet from last night's rain is bad enough. Waking up that early and finding out your train has been cancelled is worse. Then trying to get a train 2 hours later and realizing it's been turned into a nonexistant bus...ooh boy, fun times. Now we're scheduled to take a bus at 1:15 this afternoon, but who knows if that'll actually happen.
In other news Vicky and I found ourselves in a gay bar last night. It was called "MILK Trendy Cafe" and it was hilarious. My tiny ass 7Euro cocktail was not. So we got some French forties and attempted drinking games in the hotel. Then we slept for 4 hours or so.
I realized that I didn't talk about the events of Vicky's Birthday. HAHAHA Oh MAN. So there were strippers, I have a bruise the size of Kansas on my right leg from tripping up the stairs at the FIRST strip club and while she didn't puke I did. Twice. It was a completely crazy evening and I was definitely in my bra at a strip club. In Paris. Where a stripper reached in my shirt and I had to hide credit cards from Dave (the boy we were with) so he wouldn't spend 150Euro on a blowjob. HAHAHA, wow. Oh and there was the Sketchy ass club where Vicky and I were attacked by men and kept pretending Dave was our boyfriend.
I just looked at my keyboard and saw there was a "Turbo" button. I wonder what that does.
Oh, and in France Monster In-Law is called Ta Mere Ou Moi (Your mother or me)
I think that's about it. More from Spain, if we make it to Spain. Jeez, I just want TAPAS!
♥♥♥♥♥Sarah
In other news Vicky and I found ourselves in a gay bar last night. It was called "MILK Trendy Cafe" and it was hilarious. My tiny ass 7Euro cocktail was not. So we got some French forties and attempted drinking games in the hotel. Then we slept for 4 hours or so.
I realized that I didn't talk about the events of Vicky's Birthday. HAHAHA Oh MAN. So there were strippers, I have a bruise the size of Kansas on my right leg from tripping up the stairs at the FIRST strip club and while she didn't puke I did. Twice. It was a completely crazy evening and I was definitely in my bra at a strip club. In Paris. Where a stripper reached in my shirt and I had to hide credit cards from Dave (the boy we were with) so he wouldn't spend 150Euro on a blowjob. HAHAHA, wow. Oh and there was the Sketchy ass club where Vicky and I were attacked by men and kept pretending Dave was our boyfriend.
I just looked at my keyboard and saw there was a "Turbo" button. I wonder what that does.
Oh, and in France Monster In-Law is called Ta Mere Ou Moi (Your mother or me)
I think that's about it. More from Spain, if we make it to Spain. Jeez, I just want TAPAS!
♥♥♥♥♥Sarah