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Jamie and I traveled down the coast one weekend to see Monaco and Nice. As it turned out, despite outweighing me by a good 50 lb. Jamie couldn't hold his liquor to the dismay of the waiter at the out door cafe we first stopped at. After carrying him home (literally) I went out again and met a group from UPenn which included a certain Russian named Dasha, who despite looking as benign as a bunny rabbit, told the most shocking and hysterical jokes I've ever heard. In Monte Carlo, Jamie and I met a group of jet setting European teens between the ages of 14 and 19 and ended up drinking with them for a night. |
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