notice the use of 'french boys' as most of them were 21, therefore i was 22 again for the evening. french 'boys' smoke (dope), don't drink, dance and are as arrogant as they come. sexy.
quote of the evening 'e is my best friend you see... but e does not shut the fuck up, e never shut the fuck up' (in a french accent)
movie moment walking past le louvre...
car drinks past as my fellow fashion school friends and i are on our way to see a fashion retrospective exhibition when a car drive past and splashes the biggest puddle of gutter water all over our perfectly prepared fashion school student outfits.
we jump and scream like good little fashion school students and proceed to make a scene on the corner as everyone watches us wipe down our skirts and bags. wish we had a camera.
cliche moment...
standing under the eiffel tower as it sparkles in the night.
best pick up line so far...
'you're face is...errr...good'
freak out moment...
having an afternoon nap in my jail cell 'dorm room from hell' when my room mate decides to go out.
i wake with enough time to shower catch the metro before meeting friends.
i gather my toiletries and go leave when i discover my room mate has taken my key by accident and locked the door, not realising that her keys were in her bag too.
thoughts running through head include
-can i jump from 3 floors up?
-can i stay in my room til she gets back and not go out?
-what if she doesn't come back?
-thank fuck for mobile telephones and internet
-i should suggest a new lock system as should there be a fire i would be seriously considering thought 1
luckily i had someones number form the dorms that still there on a saturday night (which fuelled other thoughts of what she does with her time but that's another story)
she in turn got the guy from the front desk to let me out.
i lived to tell the tale on this blog...
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