Australia

I haven’t blogged in almost 3 months, eek. I’ve just been busy or lazy or watching tv.

I was down under December 28, 2011 until January 16, 2012. Australia was definitely not what I expected. It kind of felt like you were in the US instead of another continent 24 hours away. The flight there was fine, I took about 2 or 3 ambien on the flight from LA to Sydney so I was refreshed and ready to go once I got into town. I stayed in Sydney for the most part and we went to Melbourne for the weekend. It was a good trip, very relaxing, but I wish I had waited and done it differently but there’s always next time.

Why do I wish I had done it differently? Well I stayed with my cousin and his girlfriend and didn’t really know anyone there so I was kind of just with them all the time. Yes we went to some great restaurants and I got to spend a lot of time with his gf’s family so that was fun. She has two nieces aged, 4 and 2, and they gave me baby fever. I know AD is jumping for joy right now since she loves when my maternal instinct kicks in. However, the fact that I was with them all the time kind of prevented me from meeting new people or doing things out of the ordinary. You know what else prevents you from doing things in Sydney? The fact that you need a car to go anywhere and if you plan on cabbing it be prepared for some of the most expensive cab rides of your life. This was actually what I disliked the most. It’s a city you’re supposed to be able to walk anywhere and everywhere!

I spent quite a few days laying out in Bondi Beach, which was great. We also went to Chinaman’s beach which was really peaceful. I wish I could remember the names of the restaurants but I  can’t be bothered. “I  can’t be bothered” is a term the Aussie’s use which I love. Some of their other sayings make no sense. The nightlife there was horrid, they let everyone in, their DJ’s suck and there’s no bottle service. I know I sound stuck up right now but it’s not really my fault. Ever since I started going out all we knew was bottle service so basically if you don’t have a table, we’re not coming out. There’s logic behind this – if there’s a table that means only your group is there, you can socialize with the people around you but you don’t have to. Most importantly – there’s no random strangers bumping into you, touching you or annoying you. Bottle service basically protects your personal space. In Sydney and Melbourne there is no such protection. Also, the fact that they let everyone in basically means that you’ll be in a club with really young and really old people, ugly people and people who can’t dress if their lives depended on it. Yes, I know this sounds shallow but it’s the truth. Aussie nightlife made me miss the NY doormen so much.

My other issue with my trip was I just stayed in two major cities and I was really hoping for a more nature geared vacation which I didn’t get. I’m sure I’ll go down under again, even though the flight back was the most painful experience of my life since I barely slept. When I do go back I think I’m going to do several things differently. For example I’d only spend a few days in Sydney and then go sailing the Whitsunday’s, go into the desert and do one of those guided aborigine tours, and also check out Tasmania. I think if you can see at least two of those you’d get more of what you’d expect on a trip down under. Sydney is beautiful, the architecture is great and so are the beaches but the nightlife is a disappointment and there’s not really much to see or do. Either way it’s suuuuper expensive!

As for the juicy gossip section of this post there’s not really much to tell since my cousin is super over-protective I didn’t really get to go crazy nor did I really want to. I was kind of just chilling, getting over FD and doing my own things. I hung out with the British guy only one night and he was super flirty but didn’t try to hook up with me. I’m pretty sure this was FD’s doing because when I made some comment the British guy goes “oh FD warned me that you were really smart and he said that’s why you guys were having problems”. So he basically told him we’re together and don’t touch. No big deal. I also hung out with these two German guys who were there on vacation. The really hot one was dumb and the really smart one was not hot. I mostly just went to the beach with them and the one night we went out the smart one wouldn’t stop until I made out with him. So that was the most action I got while down there. I also met this 36 year old guy through my cousins gf, he fell in love with me and was texting me for a while but he lives 24 hours away and I’m not into that. I did meet a super hot guy at a New Year’s day party. He looked like SD but different coloring for example lighter hair and bluer eyes, he was half British and half South African. I told him to find me on facebook. He apparently had sent me a facebook message the next day and I didn’t see it until my trip was over because facebook had put it in the spam folder, where it says other. Wtf facebook wtf? I still message with him every now and then and he said he wanted to make a NY trip in the future so we’ll see.

The land down under…

I just recently had fall break, there was a Hampton’s trip involved and lots of love life drama but I’ll write about that later. I just booked my flight to Sydney, Australia!!!! It cost me $2,ooo but whatever it’s worth it. My cousin is going to go live there with his girlfriend for 6 months so I’m going to go stay with them for 3 weeks during my winter break. There’s a million and one things I want to see but I’m not sure it’ll all be possible – definitely want to make a trip to Melbourne and Tasmania and I’m really interested in going to see how the aborigines live but I think that’s super far out and maybe impossible? I’ll figure it out as for now yayyyyy!

August and Beginning of September

- Above is a photograph of me at Sunset Beach, Hawaii. The shot was candid as I was trying to fix my hair.

Hello loves,

Sorry I haven’t posted in foreverrr but I went to Hawaii and then I came back and ended up in the Hamptons and then school started again so I didn’t really have the time or the energy. Right now I’m supposed to be reading for class but I’ve decided that blogging and updating you all is more important.

As far as Hawaii is concerned it was pretty disappointing. We stayed in Waikiki but thankfully rented a car for most of our stay and just went to the North Shore every day. Waikiki is just too many people and not enough beaches. I was expecting a nice, quiet vacation Punta Cana style instead it ended up being Times Square on a beach. The North Shore is perfect though, it’s so country there’s barely anything there except for beaches and a little strip of stores and restaurants. KH told me that some of the houses up there are given out for rent which would be such a chill and awesome idea to go with a bunch of people. We went to Sunset Beach a lot which was probably my favorite, also went to this place called Secret Beach which is super hidden and deserted hence the name. We didn’t really go out at night a lot because it was just too crowded and the restaurants weren’t that great yet everything was overpriced. All in all the beaches were great but if I ever end up in Hawaii again I’d probably try Maui or Big Island because Oahu wasn’t really my style unless I just stay in North Shore. Also – our hotel had bed bugs!!!! And apparently this was super normal to the hotel staff. Bed bugs originate from Asia and the majority of tourists there were from Asia so I guess that’s why but STILL!!! I flipped out on them and we got the entire hotel stay refunded and they moved us to a different hotel for the rest of our stay, had our clothes dry cleaned, and are now in talks to have some other form of reimbursement. At first they tried to just brush it under the rug but I lawyered them and they got in line.

When I got back from Hawaii I just chilled out for a day or two and then ended up going to the Hamptons with MVP. I went to her apartment and as we were waiting for our ride she goes “Oh by the way don’t get freaked out but the guy who’s picking us up is really old, like 60 years old”. Uhm…. my dad is only 56!!! I love MVP and her daddy issues. So this 60 year old man comes up and picks us up in his Porsche Cayenne and can we discuss how the backseat of that car is uncomfortable – like why does my back hurt sitting in the back of a Porsche and not a goddamn Honda, makes no sense. The house is owned by MVP’s friend LR and he rents out rooms to other guys such as the 60 year old and these other dudes. It’s such a sick house and I mean sick like 9 bedrooms with their own bathroom, huge living room and kitchen, pool, amazing art everywhere even these great sculptures by the pool, a beach volleyball court with actual sand, a tennis court, a basketball court, and random RV’s everywhere. I just want to go and live there with him. Saturday some random people came by and one of them was this guy FD. I didn’t really notice him until we were all playing volleyball, he was older but really cute and funny. After the game everyone jumped in the pool and he came by to talk to MVP and I who got the hint and left me alone with him in the pool for like an hour – I felt like a prune at the end. He had me guess his age I said 35…nope…he’s actually 40!!! Which shouldn’t have been a surprise because all of the guys were 40 and up. After we got out of the pool he didn’t really pay attention to me but we were all supposed to go out to dinner together yet we get there it’s super crowded and we ended up at different tables. He came by our table and talked to everyone and told me I looked good but that was it so I obviously got pissed off because god forbid you don’t pay attention to me. Then the rest of them went clubbing but MVP and I went home. He came by the house the next day too but didn’t really pay attention to me and I didn’t really pay attention to him and he left without asking for my number. Now for most people this would be the end of the story but then there are those of us that can’t leave well enough alone and go looking for trouble. So I facebook friended him.

He accepted my friend request, messaged me his number and told me I was a breath of fresh air from all the air heads in NY. Then he asked me when I got out of class that night and if I was hungry, I answered the first part and ignored the last. He said ouch and I told him to ask me again later on in the week. We were supposed to hang out that Wednesday yet he didn’t text me all day so by 7 pm I decided to be normal but still be like “hello wtf” and sent him a text saying how boring class was. After a few texts and phone calls I was in the city and we were going out to dinner. He had me pick him up which I disliked and then he was all over the place as to where we were going so I said let’s just go to Ilili. He hadn’t been there before and really liked it, he liked it so much that he paid more attention to the food then me. He also didn’t try to hook up at the end of the date, he just gave me a tap kiss and a hug. It was so weird! Then he’s like ok well I’m going to be in LA for the weekend I’ll see you when I get back, we texted and called for the next week but barely. Thursday I got out of the library at 11PM and just asked him where he was because I needed a drink. We ended up at Lavo after he got into a fight with the bouncer who loves to let me in but will never let in anyone I’m with except MVP. FD is friends with the owner and he’s also 40 and has a huge ego, the door guy is douchey and also has a huge ego so it was not a good match. So we go in there Morillo is spinning, we have a drink and I end up dancing all over him. We go to his place and I go to use the bathroom and as I’m sitting on the toilet I spy a thong hanging in the shower…uhm. It turns out the reason why he’s been so weird all this time is because he has ex gf drama – they’ve been on and mostly off for the last 3 years and he had apparently slept with her the day before we hung out and the day we hung out they had had a huge fight and he “left her and ran to me” in his own words. Surprisingly I didn’t flip out over the thong or the fact that he had slept with someone the day before hanging out with me because in all honesty I had sex with TM in a library study room the day before I hung out with him too except I didn’t feel the need to divulge that information. He then told me that he didn’t want this to be a rebound relationship and he didn’t want to rush into anything and asked me what I wanted and I said I didn’t know I just didn’t want to hear about his ex all the time.

Then labor day weekend he went to the Hamptons and I stayed here. One of my Paris boys was visiting so we went to Lavo again that Friday. While there he decided to introduce me to this guy who is basically SD 2.0. I’ve seen pictures of him and thought it was SD, MVP has seen him out and has texted me that SD was in town. It’s literally his doppelganger. After making the introduction my friend goes oh by the way this guys dad is the CEO of (insert super famous fashion label here). I can’t tell you the name because that would reveal his identity but lets just say it’s super big. SD 2.0 instead of asking for my number asks me how I spell my name and tells me we will see if he remembers or not. It’s one of those I’m so French and romantic and if I remember it means I love you type of bullshit. Meanwhile FD is joking about me sleeping with my guy friend who was visiting. SD 2.0 friended me on facebook that night so I guess he does love me hahaha.

I went to FD’s party last Friday night that he threw at his house in the village, I didn’t know he had a house I had only been to his apartment and everyone was so surprised I hadn’t been to the house because you know he and I haven’t only known each other for 2 weeks and gone on 2 dates or anything.  I met one of his friends while I was there and due to my amazing memory I remembered him but thankfully he didn’t remember me. He was some creepy old guy that used to harass my life in 2008 and ask me to go out all the time and offered to take me shopping and make me a model – you know all the creepy things creepy old men do to get young girls. This is the second one of his friends to flirt with me, his friend from the Hamptons also flirted with me, as did the guy who owned the house who FD is friends with and these 2 other guys who are acquaintances. I instead shut all of these guys who would be obsessed with me if I gave them the chance to date the guy who’s not obsessed with me and has ex gf drama. The party was also filled with 6 foot tall models, I’m 5’5 and I have a height complex. One of the models was kind of his ex (I think she was the one he dated for 4 months before his crazy ex showed up and ruined it) and all of his ex’s that I know about are models – this helps build my self esteem NOT. Anyway, he doesn’t really pay attention to me at the party but he did warn me he was hosting so I just gave him a little attitude about it. We went back to his apartment and had sex, it was good it wasn’t the best sex I ever had but TM was reallly good and well built if you know what I mean so I guess I’m spoiled. He then spooned me for the rest of the night and we had morning sex and I kind of just bounced. I felt like I should leave so I did and then I got upset over it but he’s like well you’re the one that got up and left so I don’t know what you want me to tell you.

Saturday night I was supposed to go out with some French guys and I told FD that’s what I was doing, he told me to be careful and don’t drink and drive – ok DAD. I ended up just staying in I was so tired. At 2 am SD 2.0 texts me asking where I am. I text him back the next morning that I’m not the girl you text at 2AM. He said he had just gone out and hadn’t seen me at our friends table and wondered if I was out, it’s not like he was texting me at 5 AM. I said maybe that excuse would work if I was French and he goes if you were French I wouldn’t have to say anything to justify the situation. And ever since that booty call/missed connection we’ve been texting all the time – texting kisses and hearts because we’ve known each other for 10 minutes and we’re French so we’re obviously in love. Meanwhile FD has been dealing with his ex who is now threatening to kill herself and therefore neglecting me. I’ve just been whatever about it, I’ve known him for 3 weeks I don’t think I have enough pull to flip a shit yet and since I’m pretending to be normal and calm that would ruin my disguise. This girl at school told me not to say anything about the ex, start dating SD 2.0 as well, and if one more thing happens with his ex to drop FD and tell him ok well 1st strike was the thong, 2nd strike was her suicide attempt and 3 strikes you’re out so let me know when you’re done with your ex.  I like this plan so I’m going to go with it. I’ll let you know what happens this weekend.

TM and I are officially dunzo, we had sex the second day of school and now we barely see each other or talk because he’s trying to be a goof boyfriend. MVP is now sleeping with the guy who owns the Hamptons house and is friends with FD so I can’t tell MVP any of FD’s ex drama because he doesn’t want her guy to find out about it. Also, school freaking sucks and I’m too busy having a social life to actually get work done.

xx

Chloe B.

Maine-ing

I went to Maine for July 4^th Weekend, left NJ Friday morning, hit some traffic but not too bad. We stayed in Portland but also explored Cape Elizabeth, Peak’s Island, and some other places around there. It was a lot colder than I expected and downtown Portland disappointed as did the food. Cape Elizabeth on the other hand was absolutely beautiful, Peak’s Island was also lovely to just walk around on a cloudy day. We ate at DeMillo’s and J’s Oyster in Downtown Portland – DeMillo’s was whatever but J’s Oyster was probably the worst restaurant I’ve ever eaten at and that’s saying a lot. I personally prefer hole in the wall places because the majority of the time they have great food whereas the overhyped NYC restaurants that cost and arm and a leg have shitty food but a great ambiance. So I understand you have to sacrifice one for the other, J’s Oyster however sacrificed both. The ambiance was shitty and food was shittier, I honestly cannot describe how horrible the food was I think I’ve had a better meal in a school cafeteria. Instead of fries you got stale potato chips, the soda also tasted bad (didn’t know that was possible) and the food was gross. The oysters weren’t cleaned properly and seemed stale – the name of the place is called J’s Oyster for god’s sake! We had crepes at a place called Creperie I believe and ice cream at some famous place and those were also whatever. We also ate at the Lobster Shack in Cape Elizabeth which was ok, nothing special. The only meal I actually liked and even that wasn’t anything to write home about was breakfast at All Day Breakfast but after the other restaurants it was actually enjoyable. Sorry to bore you with my ranting about food but I’m a big food person and I think meals, especially while on vacation, really define your trip and Maine disappointed. If I ever go back I think I’d just made trips to the supermarket, pack a picnic and go enjoy the outdoors there because they seem to not know how to cook. I was really disappointed I expected more from Maine restaurants after all they‘re famous for their seafood!

Memorial Day Weekend

Last year I was awoken by a 7am phone call on Saturday morning telling me to pack a duffel bag and meet my friend MD at Penn Station.

We had been invited by some guy, that I kind of knew but not really, to a house that had been turned into a sharehouse or something of the sort. So off we went on a whim.

What a disappointment!

The people were lame and the clubs were even lamer. I was basically forced to socialize with people who I would never speak to even be in the same lounge/restaurant/club as under normal circumstances.

Pink was lame, Dune was lame, and both were smaller than my bedroom. The people there were either losers or weird. Surprisingly though I think there were more guys then girls but more than half of them were fug so that didn’t really make much of a difference.

Saturday night after Dune we all went back to the house and some random Persian guy ended up at the house with us, apparently he had gotten lost.

Next thing I know, I had left MD and found myself in a bathroom with the Persian guy and some other guys from the house – having a political debate. And of course at 4 am the topic of choice would be the Iranian Revolution. I don’t remember what was said, I just remember screaming and awesomeness.

MD started looking for me because she didn’t want to sleep in a house full of random strange people so she called a cab to take us to Capri, where her boss’ son had a room.

I recently read that Merkato 55 is doing some sort of brunch thing on Saturdays at the hotel pool  this summer. I really hope that there has been major renovations or else everyone will be disappointed since Capri sucks (and no I’m not being high maintenance, it really sucks).

MD says that she was able to find me in the house (I had left my cell with her) by following the direction of the voices screaming about politics. That part of the weekend was great, everything else was eh.

I didn’t really get what it was all about, half of the people there shouldn’t have even been allowed in the “Hamptons”, which is after all just LONG ISLAND! Or maybe I was just with the wrong people, who knows.

This year a part of me is tempted to go back since 95% of NY is going but then there’s a part of me that thinks I’d have a much better time sitting in my own backyard.

And unfortunately MD won’t be able to go to Montreal as we had planned which might be a problem since I need some Frenchness (even if it’s fake) in my life.

Paris NYE and After

So this is the third and last of the Paris New Year’s saga…

We left off with M getting her skirt lifted by some guys from the Paris suburbs aka projects bla bla bla…

We had to take the metro for a few stops because us girls had heels on and were screaming bloody murder- (side note: the metro in Paris is free on Dec 31st and Jan 1st, which I thought was a nice touch since the money hungry MTA would never do that here- and their metro is cheaper and cleaner WTH!)

Moving on, we get to VIP Room- it sucked. Too crowded and the music was shameful- they played ACE OF BASE!!!!

Afterward we all went to B’s place and he had told me and M that we were sleeping over since we were practically living with him anyway.

The next morning – well it wasn’t morning it was 6:30 pm, Jan 1st- was great. First M walks out of B’s room, then I walk out. His friend H and his gf stared at us with their mouths dropped. But it’s not like that at all!

M and I left and went for dinner at this place down the block, where everyone stared at us. I’m not sure if this was because we kept our coats on the entire time since we were still half naked in our clothes from the night before or because I had 5 inch pumps on and M was wearing hooker boots.

After we left the restaurant and were trying to catch a cab back to our place, these three French guys come and ask M “how many euros for f**k”- this is a block or 2 away from Center Georges Pompidou which is a nice area!

After getting back to our place, we showered, changed, and left again. We ended up at some random bar only to end up back at B’s place to watch some random movie with him and H at like 3am.

We think B loves us since he calls us his American retards and needs us around at all times for entertainment. We need him for protection and to call every 5 seconds saying “we have a problem”.

So the next night Jan 2nd we all go out again. We meet up at Doobies (it’s off Champs Elysees- near World Place), this cute little bar where they have these really amazing minty shots but I forget the name = /. After a bit we end up back at VIP Room.

That night we fell in love with VIP Room- amazing music- no more Ace of Base! Another example of a small world- at the table across from us was a friend of an acquaintance that M and I had met when he was in NY last summer.

After this we decided to go back to our own place and sleep in our own beds.

Well we get there and apparently the code for the door didn’t work. I tried it about 5 times before giving up and texting B, who told us to just come back to his place.

We justified the code not working because it was 6 am and we had never gotten back before the afternoon the earliest. I later realized I was drunk and was putting the wrong code in because I was convinced that it was the right code.

The next morning B left Paris, he had to go back to London to start his new job. =(

Well after B left, M and I were depressed and one of us would say that we missed B every 2 minutes.

However, we did finally see daylight and went to the Louvre- where some nice British guy gave us his tickets that he hadn’t used. The Louvre is not a good time when you’re hung over.

That night we decided to hang out with some other acquaintances of mine that I had been completely ignoring because we were having so much fun with B.

N took us out to dinner with one of his guy friends and his gf. The friends gf and N are flirting with each other while the guy is hitting on me. Oh and on top of all of this N sat between me and M and decided that they would all speak French.

M and I don’t speak French so in order for us to actually speak and not stare at the wall throughout dinner we had to lean back to see each other and talk in ENGLISH!

Afterward the guys gf left and the four of us went to Tania.

Tania suckssssss, I’ve seen bathrooms bigger than that place and the music was retarded. M and I found a little couch sat there and took photographs of ourselves making happy faces, sad faces, surprised faces, etc. We were thoroughly entertained but we were determined to actually do something that night.

(Side note: the next day N texted me saying “In France, we say thank you for dinner and after we f**k” to which I replied “In America, we speak to our guests during dinner and it takes a lot more than that to get us in bed”)

So we left the guys, got into a cab, and off to VIP Room we went. Our cab driver(who we would later on call to drive us to the airport) told us to be careful because they spike your drinks at these clubs. M and I laughed this off.

We got inside VIP to find out that there’s no room to breathe unless you have a table, a harsh reality that B had protected us from. So we left and went to Madam, where the guy we met through B the first night was with some other guys.

At the end of the night I end up beyond wasted and M is sober but doesn’t feel well. She throws up and tells me to make myself throw up, which I do (this was the first time I’ve been able to do this- I’m not a thrower upper).

Here’s where it gets sketchy- I always outdrink M, ALWAYS.

That night I had 2 glasses of wine and half a glass of champagne at dinner, then there was like a 2 hour interval before we started drinking at Madam, where I had a red bull/vodka and 2 or 3 glasses of champagne.

So that’s 6 fairly similar drinks in a 7 hour period, I have a really high tolerance, and M and I have been drunk together since the age of 16 and she’s never seen me like that. The next morning neither one of us is hung over and here’s the winner MY CAMERA IS MISSING!

My camera had been in my bag that M was using. Her wallet, passport, and everything else was there except my camera!

We searched the entire apartment, the club, and even put stuff in my bag, while it was unzipped, threw it across the room and not one single thing fell out. So we’ve come to the conclusion that someone drugged our drinks (esp mine) and stole our camera. =( =(

The rest of the trip was a bummer since we kept crying that we missed B and wanted our camera back.

We went shopping, the semi-annual sales were going on at this time. The shopping was surprisingly disappointing, they barely had anything and when they did they were always out of the smaller sizes.

The night before we were leaving, it was about 3am and we were packing. M’s flight was really early in the morning. We were blasting music and joking about how nothing else could happen to us on this trip since everything had already happened, well once again we had spoken too soon. The lights went out! They eventually came back on after 20 minutes but it was just crazy timing.

M left around 6am, I had lunch with my cousin and then the cab driver came to pick me up in the afternoon. The cab driver decided to tell me how pretty I was with and without make- up and then hugged and kissed me on the cheek after dropping me off at CDG- weird.

Then as I was going to go through security, one of the security guards put his arm around me and told me we were going to JFK together- weirder.

And the finale- apparently I look suspicious, you know especially since I’m a white female with a U.S. passport- totally suspicious. I get pulled aside where one guy is going through my bag, even though it had just been scanned. After finishing the search he looks up at me and asks me how come there are no condoms in my bag! And then lectures me on how I should always use protection!

Then another guy comes with this pole thing and tells me to show him my palms. He rubs the pole all over my palms, confused I asked them what they were doing. They were apparently checking to see if I had touched explosives recently. I hadn’t. Who does this happen to? I miss the crazy Frenchies.

Paris NYE Part I

In continuation of the previous post Paris Pre-NYE.

The 30th turned into the 31st and there we were…2 jet lagged American girls, 2 not so jet lagged American not so girls, 2 Frenchmen and some random American guy leaving l’Etoile.

We ended up back at B’s place and the two old hags and the random guy end up leaving. The four of us ended up hanging out, drinking some wine, and listening to really good house until the wee hours of the morning…since this was Paris in winter it does not get light till really late…so basically we left at 10:30 the next morning.

There was a little croissant stand right in front of B’s place so I got a pan du chocolat since I’m a fat kid inside. The guy proceeded to tell me how jolie I am…if you’re in need of a self- esteem boost go to France!

Anyway, we get back to our place and fall into a coma. I woke up around 4 and attempted to wake M up but she wouldn’t budge until 5:30. We had to go get a flat iron and I had to exchange more money and most places close around 6 or 6:30 and M decides she needs to go to the gym.

The gym is by the Dartys store where we have to get the flat iron. So M comes up with the bright idea that we should split up and meet at Dartys to go get the flat iron.

This idea is really great because we only have 1 set of keys, I’m the only one with a cell phone, and M is French retarded (the only thing she said in French the entire trip was bon soir and that was the night before we were leaving).

So of course we end up loosing each other. The gym was closed, Dartys was closed, and neither one of us stayed at our meeting place.

I ended up going back to the apt thinking she’d be there…she wasn’t. So I went to wait by the metro stop near the apt. As I’m waiting there this random guy comes  and starts talking to me…long story short he insists I forget my friend and  go have a drink with him, after telling him no 1000 times he decides to ask me for a kiss. I almost killed him.

I go back to the apt to wait for M, who shows up at 9pm. We had to be at Ozu at 11pm. Do you see the problem?

Well if you don’t- we’re two girls, who still haven’t showered or done their hair or make up. Oh and on top of this we have one tiny flat iron that doesn’t heat up too well and we haven’t eaten anything all day.

We get to Ozu at 12:05….B kept checking his blackberry to see where we were (I had told him I lost M before)….he wanted to kill us.

Eventually we all got bored at Ozu and went to VIP Room. Considering it was NYE and there were no cabs this turned out to be quite an adventure.

We basically walked across Paris. B, his friend A, M, three other girls and I were walking together in a  little group and us girls were getting harassed…to the point where B had to walk in front of us and A had to walk behind us to protect us.

En route M got her skirt lifted by some guys from the projects….

To be continued….

Story Time: Paris Pre-NYE

Today we’re going to have story time because I’m too burned out from school to actually think of anything.

My friend M and I decided to do Paris for NYE 09. Well on my way to JFK, I encountered massive traffic and we had to get off the highway and take local roads through Queens. I got to the airport at 6:30….my flight was at 6:50!

Well apparently JFK has curbside check-in now! I loooove curbside check-in, I was first introduced to it at M.IA., so anyway the guy actually managed to get me and my massive suitcases on to the flight.

Then I had to connect in Dublin, which sucked. While there some random girl and I from NYU started chit chatting and a bit after this guy comes up to us to ask why the flight was delayed. The guy and the girl happened to know each other from school and the guy happened to be an acquaintance of my ex whom I had met a couple of times! Talk about a small world.

Anyway, so finally at CDG and had to take the bus thingy from my terminal to my friends terminal…you had to climb steps to get on the bus…I had 2 huge suitcases…there was no one to help = massive black and blues all over my legs, FUN.

So I meet up with M and we call my uncle to meet up with us by my cousins apartment to give us the keys. Apparently he thought/my dad told him that we were arriving the next day…

We get inside the apartment…our suitcases take up the entire kitchen floor, it was hilarious. So we go to exchange money and so I can get a sim card for my phone etc etc. We proceed to contact some of my friends…

My friend B tells me he’s not going out because he wants to be ready to go crazy on NYE, but of course being a party animal he reconsiders and tries to get some people together.

It gets late and at around midnight we’re shot and decide to go to sleep….only to wake up to the constant vibrating of my phone. I finally answer B’s call and he tells me to get ready to go out. I ask him where are we possibly going to go at 4 am on a Wednesday?

Well the phone I was using was an old phone which I hadn’t used in about 3 years since AT&T wouldn’t unlock my iphone. And apparently the time on it was off…4 hours off to be exact! We had gone to bed at 8 pm!

So we groggily get up, get dressed, call a car and head out at 1 am…while joking that all the neighbors thought we were hookers. We meet up with B and his crew and head to l’Etoile for a champagne and tranny filled night…god I love Paris!

Paris NYE to follow…