I could never hate you.
we've been hanging out with darin and nathan, meeting more people and drinking a lot more coffee than usual. i still love paris. i love love love paris. seriously.
last night we went to see north lincoln play. they covered "do you still hate me?" (auuuuuraleeeee!) and were pretty much awesome. jonathan was doing ceiling points so hard, his arm was about to snap off at the elbow. there was also a french drunk punk there who would yell "gogogogogogo!" and "speed! faster!" in between songs. john (?) broke a cymbal stand then james broke one guitar string (then was chastized for taking too long to tune..."dude, can we just play the show?") then broke a string on the borrowed guitar. we hung out talking to those guys after the show long enough to be too late to take the metro and ended up walking back to the cadoul's where darin and nathan were clearly not expected. they ended up sleeping on the floor of our room. there's some fancy-looking straightedge hardcore show on a boat tonight that we may go to but it's 10 euros!!! i guess this boat is the darkroom/high ground of paris. uh oh. darin is talking about how the boat is stabilized so people can dance. this is beginning to sound like a...how do you say dudebrah in french?