Walking around Les Halles we finally made it to the metro, by then it was pretty late and we actually made it to the last train. Getting off it was hard not to miss this spectacular building, it seemed to be harder to find somewhere to warm up our frozen asses and have a drink or two� We popped into Hotel Hilton and were greeted with a receptionist that looked like she was something out of a horror movie, greasy hair that was carelessly bundled up into something that looked like a birds nest and she had absolutely no clue about anything there. We walked out of there looking for a place ourselves. We were surprised to not finding any bars around the area were the Eiffel tower was situated, but we found a bench just in front that had to do. All of our asses were still sore but the feet ached even more. I think we sat there for about five minutes before the tower lit up. It was so bright and sparkly; thank god for not having epilepsy, the flashing would seriously create a fit otherwise. It was a little bit too much though, it made us feel rather nauseous and dizzy so we decided to grab a cab and go home�
Homecoming queen�
Huffing and puffing ourselves up the stairs, thinking it would be the last and final workout, I thought that I wasn�t finished with Paris. There were still lots of places to be explored and that I would definitely return one day. The sad search for my belongings that was scattered all over the place started, and I reluctantly went to bed�
The alarm went off four thirty in the morning and I stumbled down the stairs with my big bag to catch the cab. I arrived a little too early to the check-in, and because of that I got a front row seat to stretch out my aching legs. Half awake and half in dreams I traveled over France to arrive back in Nice exhausted. When I came I found Anthony in bed, apparently he had stayed up all the night until six a� clock in the morning so that we could sleep together. He�s such a sweetheart� I managed to get a few hours good sleep until I had to go to work.
All in all, I had had the time of my life there. That night at Doobis was the highlight and I�m sure the others in Team Trouble would agree with me on that one. It would be fantastic to go there in the summer and have a little more time to dig deeper into Paris, or maybe visit London, all four of us� Revving it up big-time!
So, there we were. The three of us clutching on to a map. We agreed to go up to Montmarte to see the Paris view from the hill by Sacr�Coeur. We found a metro and got there just in time for that obligatory photo op before sundown. I call it the magic hour when the light just makes even the ugliest person look great! In the skyline the Eiffel tower glistened by the Christmas lights so spectacularly that it became the clear choice to visit after the whipped cream cappuccinos at Place du Tertre. Or maybe even better, after dinner when we would be down town anyway.
Our hands were stiff from the cold weather and the guy at the next table was cute so we sat there for quite a while under the heater. Reluctantly we moved on to find the funiculaire that would take us down from Montmartre. We took the metro home and had to listen to this poor old woman, who walked like she had soiled her pants,
Screaming �� une cigarette?! � une cigarette?!� We made our journey home, safe and sound from all the lunatics in the tunnels underground�
Sex and the city�
Climbing up the staircase from hell, we found Sofia still in never land. She growled at us and crawled herself up to the bedroom another flight up. We crashed out in front the TV and watched our favorite comedy, sex and the city�
It�s actually ironic that I never took the phone number to Roger in Paris, it turns out that he and J.B was working on an episode of S A T C in Paris that very weekend.
That would have been fun to have the latest gossip�There was a lot of talk about boys and sex and relationships. The funniest was Asa who had a boyfriend a long time ago that when he reached his climax screamed; �Shoot, maaan, shooooot!!!�
What would you if it happened to you? Laugh? Cry? Stare in disbelief? Kick him out?
I choose all of the stated options!
Dinner plans? Hungry girls = cranky girls! We were recommended a Thai place that was good, so full makeup on etc, and off we fucked.
Magic mushroom soup�
We arrived at the Latin quarters, at least Asa thought so, remembering from her last trip. We found the restaurant Silk & Spice easily and were greeted by a very clumsy waiter who dropped everything when we asked for our table in the name HUSTLER. We got our table finally and started to go through the menu. I have never been a great fan of spicy Thai food and played it safe with the help of the spice indication, but let me tell you this friends, when the food came in, and especially the chicken soup with mushrooms in coconut milk I had an orgasm inside my mouth!!!
It was so bloody good that I still dream of it sometimes! The rest was very good too, followed by desert for Asa and a lot of coffees for me and Cynthia. After the dinner we decided to try to find the metro that would take us to the final destination, the Eiffel tower. We had been walking for quite a while thinking we would run into a sign with the characteristic metro sign, when we realized that we had to stop and ask for directions.
We asked this man while buying cigarettes about the way and he explained in such away that you smile politely and only have a very vague idea how to get there. After a while according to him we were to go through Les Halles to get to the metro, going down the escalators a very suspicious smell started to get pretty obvious, sour urine from the homeless people seeking shelter for the night� You know you have lived too long in Monaco when this chocks the hell out of you, and I wasn�t the only one who felt slightly overdressed and insecure about being there, so we got back on the escalator and ran the hell out of there�