Day 2. No photos yet.

Notes from journal:

12:15 pm
My mother thinks every building is Notre Dame.

1:00pm
Mom actually makes it to Notre Dame. This is the only time shouting and pointing do not occur.

1:20pm
"I feel a sin coming on." deemed "not funny" to write in Notre Dame guestbook.

5:40pm
Tabi attracts a shit-ton of attention. Something about platinum blonde curly hair, and a mini-skirt.

6:10pm
Sitting at Mucha Cafe (!!!!!) next to a beautiful French boy. He looks British. Think that is the appeal.

6:35pm
We just spent 64euro on designer candy. Judas.

6:50pm
"Which tower?" - Tabi

7:10pm
Hellooooooooooo French army.

9:00pm
I will stop drinking wine when I find a lip gloss that stains my lips the same shade as a good merlot. Until then!

9:06pm
Lights running on timers in bathrooms in restaurant basements that you don't realize are on a timer are HORRIFYING.

9:08pm
Okay, shrieking may have been a little much, bartenderman, but do you really need to STILL be laughing?

9:12pm
"I will never remember that thats the Eiffel Tower in the background of this photo...it just really blends in." - Ma Mere

9:35pm
It was terrifically logical of the French to have 'candy" pronounced the same as "goodgood" (bonbon et bonne). 64euro worth of DELICIOUS!
P.S. 6.4 = make-out. Who gets it?

2:20am
Hipster house parties ruined by the cops = party in the street!!!

3:00am
Religion & politics make for good bar conversation if you are crazy, TABI!

4:30am
Parisian afterhours are AWESOME!

4:32am
"You're really pretty...for a redhead."

4:45am
Oh hi, 23 yr old economics major from France who really wants to buy me a drink and has Bob Dylan hair and adorable old man boots.

5:15am
Hoorah! Lets keep buying me drinks!

5:17am
Of COURSE you sing and play guitar!

5:50am
"I would LOVE to go back to your/my place and continue drinking/get down but I can't! No seriously...non, non, really...my mom is there/will wonder why I didn't come home."

6:10am
MCDONALDS! ROYALE WITH CHEESE! I haven't been wearing boots for 20 minutes!