Ok, so best night of our lives aside an everything, Sunday was a R-U-D-E awakening. After going to bead at 10:30am, waking up at 3pm, and eating three grilled cheese sanwiches (sandwhich bread is a lot smaller here, ok!?), I ventured out into the world for the debriefing session with the girls. We had found this one place where you could get any plat (which is an entree except not because entree is actually appetizer in France--get it?) for three euro with the purchase of a drink. When we asked about us they were like "Oh yea....that was three years ago." Hmmmm, dissappointing.
After wandering around and looking for somewhere cheap, we eventually splurged on 12 euro giant salads. Mine was very giant and very salady. The best part was that immediately we we laughing, the second we all got off the metro. Just thinking about our craziness and the fact that we actually stayed out all night (and this is not even considering margaret losing her shoe in the the Seine), every single one of us admitted that it had been the best night of our life. While it was also the longest night for most of us as well, there is something really powerful about knowing that. Even though we have only been friends for about 3 weeks, it seems like we have been friends forever. Knowing that none of us have ever had more fun than our crazy night together is something that I know will be impossible to forget. Thus, even though we took the metro ride of shame (twice) I would not trade it for anything!
Still searching to quench our desire for unhealthy food, we went to the gelatto place on Ile-St.Louis and gorged ourselves. You are only young once! We also bought a small change purse with a kitty on it to be our going out kitty money! Ahahahahahahah so clever and so not funny at the same time.
Finally, we all went our seperate ways and slept like logs.
The End
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