730 Things I did done for you…

Who’s from Illinois? Cause apparently the majority of my traffic comes from there…

So this morning after a lot of grumbling and mumbling (mostly from me), we left the hostel and headed for the world renowned Louvre… At this point Sarah realises she no longer has her passport. And due to the drunken antics of the previous night this could be a hazy adventure off lost and found.
Upon arrival at The Louvre we turn round to Anne Louise and see in her face “the return of her birthday drinks”. A quick run over to the bin and we have the trips first spew. But it didn’t end there. Oh no. No no no no no…

We entered the louvre and quickly realised that Anne louise was in no fit state to be admiring one of the world’s finest art collections. So we camped in the cafe for a half hour or so and watched Anne louise disappear to the toilets for 10 minutes at a time… Eventually coming back to spew in my cup. That was a first for me… It even made the table beside us leave. Go the scots!

So we brave to enter the museum itself and get in for free as we are under 25. Well I am… The girls weren’t but we weren’t going to tell any one that…

Now at some point we got split up and I was left wandering around by myself. But that’s no big loss what with there being real life Da Vinci’s hanging on the freaking wall. Not to mention the statue that inspired the world famous “Gummy De Milo”.

So at some point (possibly when I was admiring one of the most influential and world famous paintings in the world: Moaning Lisa), Anne Lou was off being sick on some stairs… And the being sick in her own gloves! although I suppose it’s better than being sick in someone elses…

We quickly left, before being asked to leave.

Not a whole lot happened after that… We’re now currently in a friend of Sarah and someonewho helped me when I was over here during the summer, Yvonne. And we are just about to head out to some pubs and a gig. So more may be written in this journal later!

Later, folks!

P.s. In case you are wondering about Sarah and her passport. It’s still lost. A trip to the British Embassy tomorrow! Hazaaaa!

So today is Anne Louise’s birthday, and what a city to spend your birthday in.
We started the day at the Eiffel Tower, and I genuinely am amazed everytime I see it. It’s just awe inspiring up close.

Unfortunately the cheapest method of getting to the firtst floor was by steps… Lots of steps. Can I just say I don’t do well with heights. I get dizzy being in a six floor apartment. So I was pretty freaked out about half way up the steps, but I powered through.

After that was a walk up the Champs Ellysee, not stopping in any of the shops as this strip of road is particularly over priced…

Then back to the Youth Hostel, food, booze (for the girls) and a power nap for me.

Then a gig to round off the night at
3 bands were playing:
She Keeps Bees
Some band I didn’t like nor can I remember the name of.
King Charles.

The first and lasts band were entertaining, but the second band were just really irritating, a mix of art school cliches and middle aged Los Angeles social and fashion rejects.

But overall I enjoyed it and went to bed happy… And was then woken up at 3:30am by Sarah and Anne louise stumbling in arguing at full volume about a lost hat.
Drunken idiots!

I hate planes, I almost passed out at one point when I looked out of the window and saw the solid ground 30,000 feet below me.

After quite a mission getting on and off at the right stops, we arrived at Bastille. Which is where my terrible French came into play.
It took us about half an hour to find the youth hostel, but on the way we found an amazing crepe place, and therefore had to stop for a banana, sugar and butter one. So freakin’ tasty.

As for the youth hostel: it’s weird. But good weird.

It’s like a little apartment with 2 floors and it’s own bathroom (which is hideously tiny, less than 2 feet by 2 feet).
The only problem is that there’s 4 beds and only 3 of us, so we have to have a random stranger in with us. But she’s a Brazilian exchange model in the bed below me… So who am I to complain?

Soooo… My brother got the meaningful present from me this year.
Apparently he is considering giving up playing the trumpet as he thinks its too “geeky”.

So as a big brother should… I intervened.

I constructed a box with 10 illustrated reasons why he should continue playing, along with a mix CD of 10 songs with brass instruments in them, and the Mighty Mighty Bosstones album “Let’s Face It”.

If he quits after I put in about 20 hours of work, I seriously will batter the life out of him.

He’s a lucky brother!

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