||[Jun. 5th, 2007|01:00 pm]
We got drunk and seriously crazy in Montmartre last night. I hope my journal entry wont get me deleted from el jay.|
After sight-seeing and dinner, we sat in a bar and met an English couple, hit it off, then wandered into the red-light district with these freaks. I am so hung-over now, I can barely think, or recall the events of the night. The "breast club" was a disappointment. Dont waste your money in those tourist traps. They really do nothing to make a tip. It was like 20 euro per person to get in, then there was no attention or lap dance or nothin. They didn't even do a pole dance. Boo. Loosers.
I never go to joints like that back home.
I smoked a cigarette.
Oh good lord. We wandered into a sex toy and video place and bought a whole lot of non-sense. There is a blow-up doll, if I remember correctly, and 2 or 3 vibrators, and some weird thing for the man. I don't quite recall, and I am scared to look at the damage, LOL.
I drank a whole bottle of champagne, something like 3 glasses of wine, 2 beers, and a taquilla sunrize. We also nursed a water bottled filled with absinthe. I don't know how I am going to face the day. My brain is somewhat like a lava lamp, and there is kind of a layer of dirt and grime all over me, but "non, je ne regrette rien".
Somewhere around sun rise we found a taxi to take us back to our hotel. The driver was so sweet, and we conversed about our children at home. He was patient with my bad French and listened to me to figure out what I was trying to say. I was so drunk that I got teary eyed when we said goodbye. I wish I could take that guy back to Texas, but I suppose France would notice him missing.
I just looked at my hand and there is a "tattoo" that says "9:30 pm Arc de Triumphe". It's on my left hand, so I know I didn't write it.
Besides the deviant behavior, we went to L'eglise de Scacre Coeur, which was just beautiful, and perched on a hill so you could see all of Paris. The part of town is sooooo touristy. There are these goofy artists who walk around trying to get folks to pay them to draw their portrait. They are mooching off the aura of the days past I think.
My husband has just informed me that during my drunken frenzy, I also purchased a vibrating vagina thing. Holy cow. I don't know who that woman was that I became last night, but she is a one man freak show.