We were actually far more drunk on the night of the 30th thanks to Domini's suggestion that we start on tequila shots, and Benjie and Vanni (friends of Drew) thinking that was a fantastic idea and ordering a few more rounds. Or maybe that was me. Oops. Regardless, it was Domini who looked like hell the next morning and Benjie who apparently didn't even get out of bed until 6pm the next evening, so I'll just consider myself lucky.
New Years itself meant avoiding getting burned to death by the numerous morons lighting their own fireworks in retarded places (Why would anyone with the slightest bit of common sense set them off under a massive tree? I think maybe two of those things actually made it through the branches without ricocheting back towards the crowd underneath) and then heading into the city for a random house party and drinks at a cafe until we realised it was almost 4am and we should probably considering making our way home. The only failure of the night was that we had been aiming to meet up with Leigh, friend of Vix, but didn't make it to the Latin Quarter in time. Ah well, I'm considering making this an annual trip now, so there could be a next time.
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I will also warn everyone now that I have about 218 photos on my camera alone. I will definitely try and prune them down before sending them out next week, but you won't want to miss too much. It's amazing, the amount of sacrilege you can accomplish in one day at a holy place.
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As the missing link to this unholy trinity, I for one can't wait to see every single one!
I must say I'm a little disappointed - upon my return to Paris all the monuments were still standing and as far as I could tell, your tongue-prints didn't exist on any statues. Falling down on the job ...
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