Woooooooooooo! Yeah motherfuckers. I'm drunk.
Absinthe, Vodka, Lambrusco, wine, oh yeah.
It was Sophie and Jess' Masquerade Ball. I wore my ballgown! ultra smexy cool
Though now I'm home I've scrathchiedcut myslef some, it isn't so bad. Tomorrow I swear I'll eat nothing. I'll update on that later, coz I always think I'll fast, but then eat loads. (I suck like that)
But I LOVE alcohol. But I'm not an alky. I only drink at parties. I love parties.
Tuesday 24 July 2007
Saturday 14 July 2007
Paris
We left on Saturday 7th at midnight to get to Paris. I never learnt to speak French, but I figured I'd get by. And luckily Anne is doing A level French, so somebody knew what was going on. It was a school trip, so the hotel was scummy, but Paris itself? Gorgeous. And of course, we can get served alcohol. So we drank every night. I have gained some kind of fame for downing a glass of absinthe.
We went to 3 art galleries - Musee de Picasso, Musee d'Orsay, and le Orangerie. We could have gone to more, but our brains were totally full. Monet's Waterlillies are stunning. I didn't think I'd be impressed, I've never been that keen on Monet, but the paintings in real life, were amazing.
Although Anne and Jess are scared of heights, we queued for 2 hourse to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It really wasn't worth it, aside from the fact that now I can tell people that I've been up the Eiffel Tower.
We went to the Moulin Rouge as well. Not actually inside, that would be quite inappropriate for a school party, but we took our photos of the us in front of the famous red windmill.
I spent a ridiculous amount of money in Paris, mostly on cocktails and other alcohols. Being drunk will never stop being hilarious. Also, there is a collection of stupid quotes, and they were nearly all said by me. I never thought I was saying anything stupid, but practically everything I said ended up being amusing for one reason or another. Maybe I should be a comedian? Or not.
Some mad things happened in Paris. One guy got drunk and decided to climb between two third floor balconies. A teacher happened to be walking in the street below at the time, so he got into a spot of bother.
Then there was the couples saga. At least 4 couples were on the trip, and some ingenious room-swapping led to them all sharing. Then, somebody grassed them up to the teachers. They were not best pleased.
The men in Paris are generally ugly, and they also seem very, errr... forward. They look you up and down, blatantly, as though you were just meat, and some even say 'Ooh la la'. I thought that was just a stereotype. Some really awful guys tried to chat us up, but luckily we all know the French for no. Sadly, we didn't know how to say 'Fuck off, you prick'.
Another amazing note, to add to the joyful Parisian joy, is that, despite eating croissant, bread, jam and orange juice for breakfast, and then eating out for lunch and dinner, and drinking a lot, I didn't put on any weight. It is a true miracle. Or maybe the miles of walking helped. We only got to use the Metro in the last two days. But the Metro is really good. Paris is better than London.
We went to 3 art galleries - Musee de Picasso, Musee d'Orsay, and le Orangerie. We could have gone to more, but our brains were totally full. Monet's Waterlillies are stunning. I didn't think I'd be impressed, I've never been that keen on Monet, but the paintings in real life, were amazing.
Although Anne and Jess are scared of heights, we queued for 2 hourse to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It really wasn't worth it, aside from the fact that now I can tell people that I've been up the Eiffel Tower.
We went to the Moulin Rouge as well. Not actually inside, that would be quite inappropriate for a school party, but we took our photos of the us in front of the famous red windmill.
I spent a ridiculous amount of money in Paris, mostly on cocktails and other alcohols. Being drunk will never stop being hilarious. Also, there is a collection of stupid quotes, and they were nearly all said by me. I never thought I was saying anything stupid, but practically everything I said ended up being amusing for one reason or another. Maybe I should be a comedian? Or not.
Some mad things happened in Paris. One guy got drunk and decided to climb between two third floor balconies. A teacher happened to be walking in the street below at the time, so he got into a spot of bother.
Then there was the couples saga. At least 4 couples were on the trip, and some ingenious room-swapping led to them all sharing. Then, somebody grassed them up to the teachers. They were not best pleased.
The men in Paris are generally ugly, and they also seem very, errr... forward. They look you up and down, blatantly, as though you were just meat, and some even say 'Ooh la la'. I thought that was just a stereotype. Some really awful guys tried to chat us up, but luckily we all know the French for no. Sadly, we didn't know how to say 'Fuck off, you prick'.
Another amazing note, to add to the joyful Parisian joy, is that, despite eating croissant, bread, jam and orange juice for breakfast, and then eating out for lunch and dinner, and drinking a lot, I didn't put on any weight. It is a true miracle. Or maybe the miles of walking helped. We only got to use the Metro in the last two days. But the Metro is really good. Paris is better than London.
Tuesday 3 July 2007
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