Gay Pareeeee

honey, Paris was everything I hoped it was, and more (and surprisingly so much less dog shit than I expected). We arrived on thursday, went to my friend Jery's apartment overlooking Paris, he lives very close to the Eiffel Tower. we had a relaxing dinner at an Indian restaurant (as you do) and then fought over who should use the toilet first. Our first Parisian sh.it. Ooh la la!!! I think I still have cardamon seeds in my bum hair!

We went to Versailles on Friday and spent an hour waiting to buy tickets to the palace, but glad we did because it was amazing. i went years ago but didn't bother paying the admission, and had regretted it ever since! It was FREAKIN AWESOME! I felt like Marie Antoinette.

Came back on Friday afternoon and then met up with my friend Richard who came to visit me in Oz about 2 years ago. we went out and got TRASHED, Paris style, as only the french can...which was great, but I got home at about 9.30am on Saturday morning, and slept for most of saturday...i know you understand how I was feeling! So Saturday was a quiet affair, but we did manage to do some serious sightseeing, which was super duper and quite cleansing! Exhausted, Dan and I stayed in the apartment on Saturday evening with my friend Jery, and his partner. Sunday we all got up to go in to the Marais for breakfast PPPParis style...ie...rude service and snotty waiters. we got exactly that....we made up for it by making some seriously offensive french jokes. Tres bon.

I flew back to Barcelona today, exhausted and in need of a sleep. Instead, the apartment looked like Georgia after the Russians (ha ha Lluis.....)Now I am seriously ready for bed!!!!

Heading to Stockholm on Thursday....no rest for the wicked.....boo hoooooooo God I hope Lluis picks up some hot Swede, because he's been looking at me funny lately and I think he wants to jump my bones when I am asleep. I have taken to wearing a chastity belt with an electric wire, just to be on the safe side.