He looked extremely puzzled and it was not until I walked up to the girls that he understood the joke.
We were seated at Bernard�s table, the owner of the club, and then the drinking started�
And the dancing� I think that it was one of the funniest nights in my life, everyone just got really crazy and did stuff they maybe wouldn�t normally do. And the great thing is even though you get to a point when it�s god damn nearly embarrassing, who�s gonna know except for your closest friends, right?! You�re in Freaking Paris! Nobody knows you!
Let�s get this party started�
Said and done, it started by Cynthia saying to me that we had to get up on the bar and dance and surprise Asa and Sofia. A little later she got the sign from Bernard and up we went! The barmaid handed us some barium nitrate sticks and then the show started.
Cynthia was saying, Don�t fall down, Don�t you fall down�
It�s funny when you�re tipsy; you have no fear factor at all, dancing like we did.
We were dancing up a storm in there, shaking� our stuff and doing our thing!
I was wearing my glitter under panties that creeps up when you�re bending forwards and that�s just what I did, creating a screaming sea of horny French men beneath the bar!
Man that was funny!!! Afterwards in the sofa there was some real daring going on and tits and asses were all over the place, I won�t mention any names since I wouldn�t have any friends to call anymore if I posted their names, but hey, take a pick and it�s probably them! More drinking and dancing in the sofa followed when me and Asa thought this was just getting a little too much fun and crazy, and as responsible girls with boyfriends at home, we decided to call it a night and maybe grab a bite before going home.
Walking up and down in our high heels, (Ouch!-the price you pay for being vain!),
Looking for McDonalds but no luck! We ended up at Julien�s freezing apartment eating mashed potatoes. Luckily I have lived in one of those flats where you heat up everything with a gas heater that goes off all the time, and so I had the heater going at no time.
It is on the other hand very interesting how you as a girl turn up the heat so much that you�re bathing in sweat the next day!
Sweet dreams are made of this�
Well, just let�s face it� That heat didn�t cure my cold. It didn�t either melt the guck in my nose, and we all now what a person sounds like having a cold� That�s right�
ZzzzzZzzzzzZzzzz
I was apparently snoring so bad that Cynthia had woken up during the night asking Asa why there was thunder inside of the apartment. I was feeling rather embarrassed the next day. Asa had started to complain about butt pains, and at first we couldn�t understand where it would origin from. But then we all started to feel it more or less and it became clear that it was from the benches above the sofas at Doobis.We decided to go and grab some food, and so the search started for this amazing place that had great hamburgers. It was amazingly full after a walk across Paris, so we just dropped in across to a small place with an awkward name, �The princess and the frog�, hoping that the food had nothing to do with the name of the restaurant. It didn�t.
Afterwards we wanted to go sightseeing; Sofia went home and had a nap. Of course�
Four girls were on the way to the city of l�amour, well, at least three to start with�
I had to wait for two days before I could be joined with the rest of Team Trouble.
It was my very first time that I visited Paris, and with EasyJet it was very easy.
At the arrival at Orly airport I was amazed over just how cold it could be. Even though being a Swede and all, I had totally forgotten about wearing gloves, which during our sightseeing day would prove to be pretty daft.
I swung my golden locks outside by the Taxi strait, was nearly hit by the Cabdriver and I jumped in as gracefully as I could, tried to imitate my best French accent and said the address I was going to. �Woery well Madame�, he replied in broken English, and I remember thinking to my self Damnit!, Nobody takes me for a French bitch, and saw before me how he was going to get me le Grand Tour at my expense before bring me to the correct address! He continued �Woere ju froem Madame�? I decided to go blonde, cute and very Swedish, and answered that I was �Svviidish�.
�Aahh, tre�s bien", he said with a big grin on his little French face and I thought to myself �Here we go��, �Aj no� woery well, may nejbour �is Suedish, woery nayce�!
Well after a long conversation about his neighbor the Swede we finally arrived.
Next chock was just lurking inside the front door.
OH MY FREAKING GOD! The whole house was like those staged attractions at the fun fair, you know, with leaning floors and endless doors and it�s real tricky to get out�
Julien lived on the very top floor and the walk up was like an aerobic workout session!
I could picture myself drunk and asleep somewhere on the forth floor, not being able to climb all the way up after a big party night�
Luckily I did make it up that evening with the help from Sofia coming to the rescue, grabbing my bag�
Let the show begin�
Up in the apartment, which was very charming, the Team Trouble greeted me with big cheers! Man, it was good to be there! We ordered Pizza and had some vodka drinks and chatted on in the kitchen. Make up sessions and hair sessions followed and it was as cozy as it can be, four girlie friends together�I was feeling slightly tipsy as we staggered down the staircase, jumped in the cab and headed for ManRey�
The damn taxi driver charged us extra for being four in the cab, not that it mattered, but I get so irritated that they pull stunts like that! I mean, as gorgeous as we were he should have been rather thankful to have us in his smelly cab! He cut his tip in half!
ManRey was very impressive, very chic and very expensive. We got a place in the bar and waited for the Frenchies to start attacking us�Alright, buying us some drinks�. Champagne� Ok, at least to come up and talk�
Nope. Niente. Nada. The only interaction was with the barman, almost excusing himself for being French when he started to clear away the ashtrays from the bar.
�Local law in Paris, very dangerous to have ashtrays on the bar, you can extinguish your cigarette on the floor beneath your coats and jackets sil vous plaites�.
As the pile of cigarette butts piled up beneath us and the glasses got tinier we decided to go to Doobis bar instead to meet the mysterious Monsieur Julien.
Mysterious to me that was, since I was the only one who hadn�t met him yet.
We schemed up a plan to surprise him a little, so Cynthia went first and by hugging him indicating to me who the target was�