Adventures of David in Paris
This morning was perhaps the greatest wake-up call I've ever had...
I woke at about 8:30 to the cacophony of my blaring alarm and my grating ring tone. The number was 'Withheld', which nowadays generally means David is calling from France. I answered while my panicked brain regained consciousness.
"..Hello?"
"Curtis! I just got tear-gassed at the Bastille!"
"What!?" It took a few seconds for me to register the glee in his voice.
"I got tear-gassed at the Bastille! Quick, call me back!"
*click*
...
Yes, David was at the anti-Sarkozy riots in Paris, loving every minute of it.
I woke at about 8:30 to the cacophony of my blaring alarm and my grating ring tone. The number was 'Withheld', which nowadays generally means David is calling from France. I answered while my panicked brain regained consciousness.
"..Hello?"
"Curtis! I just got tear-gassed at the Bastille!"
"What!?" It took a few seconds for me to register the glee in his voice.
"I got tear-gassed at the Bastille! Quick, call me back!"
*click*
...
Yes, David was at the anti-Sarkozy riots in Paris, loving every minute of it.