Kiss and Tell....

I try not to kiss and tell, and that was going to be my motto for Paris, but last night at the pub crawl such ridiculousness occurred that all bets are off. I hate to disappoint, but I was simply a bystander in the physical shenanigans, but after hearing them, you will be pleased. After the first pub crawl experience we learned that Paris is way too expensive for pub crawling, unless you either pregame or pack your own. We were not the only two to learn this lesson, however, because by the time we got the second, yes second stop on the pub crawl many of our companions were falling over themselves and on to us. One deserving, beer sloshing gentlemen got a fist to the back from yours truly. Another one, however, a Kiwi who slurred his name to Liz, got a finger in his mouth. How did this occur, you ask? I asked myself the same question, but sure enough when I looked over I swear to you he was performing fillatio on her finger, and Liz looked appalled. She finally retracted her finger from his throat only to have him grab her hand and start the usually suave kissing of the arm. Unfortunately, his kisses were of the dog variety, as in licks.

As an undergrad I was the 'bodyguard' in bars when unwanted attention was given to my friends for a few reasons...I have hot friends, I was often the most sober, and well, I'm a beast ;) I was thrilled (and Jaime would be proud) when I got to reprise me roll for this evening. I got to literally pull him off of her and force him away. He was a special kind of drunk, however, where he forgot how to speak his native language and kept coming around. After being stiff armed and physically threatened in the street, he got the point. It was quite amusing, however, since we were never in any real danger. It would probably have been funnier if you had been there to see it, but you weren't.

So as the pub crawl wound down we went off in search of Nutella crepes, which we found almost instantly. We got our delicacies and went home. Well, this morning, Liz knew she didn't eat all her crepe and she knew she didn't throw it away, but she had no idea where it was. Thus, a new game was born: find the crepe. We did, eventually, under her bra, under her coat under her bag, in the floor.

In other words, it was a pretty good night.

In more calm news, it is FREEZING here! It has snowed for part of each of the last three days. This inclement weather forced us to cancel our touristy trips and seek warmth inside. We did go shopping, however, only to realize it would cost us our limbs to buy new clothes, so we left empty handed...that was until we discovered the craft store. We spent almost an hour picking out materials for decoupage, which we returned to my apartment and did while watching Chocolat.

OH MY GOD! Speaking of chocolat, yesterday for breakfast we had the world's BEST hot chocolate at Berthillon. I swear to you it was more nirvana than hot chocolate. The delicacy itself was called chocolate affogado, which was a mug with a scoop of ice-cream (I got hazelnut) and a cookie on top, with the hot milk and melted chocolate in separate containers to mix and pour, and then a dish of whipped cream with candied nuts to place on top. It was HEAVEN! Tell you what...this time...I will leave you drooling...enjoy!