Thursday, September 3, 2009

72 hrs

So after a month of being at home I was back in Paris after getting absolutely no sleep on the plane (damn that Benjamin Button movie, why did it have to be so good damn long?).

Anyways this means I had been up for approximately over 48 hrs when I landed in Paris and still had to lug my check in bag, laptop, bookbag, and purse to the hotel where I was meeting my friend CD.

Since I tend to lose things not attached to my body the practical thing to do was to strap everything to my body. I looked kind of like this. After almost falling over a couple of times and weird looks from people on the metro I finally arrived at my hotel and took the world's best nap.

Two hours later in the mist of my blissful horizontal sleep CD came and proclaimed that it was Saturday night and we would be going out! I told her I had been up for 48 hours. She told me she lives in Iowa. I was trumped.

So out we went and somehow we ended up missing the last metro so we had to stay out till the metro started running again. At 5:15am.

At first it was fine. Somehow the copious amounts of alcohol we had consumed made us both happy and awake as witnessed by the unfortunate souls who obviously had first, the misfortune to have to wake up at 5am and then, the misfortune to be in the same metro car as us as we belligerently yelled at each other followed by proclamations of love followed by yelling, proclamations of love, etc, etc.

At approximately 6am we arrived at our hotel where finally I could get some sleep. Only we couldn't get in. It was locked. We peeked at the reception desk. Nobody there.

You couldn't imagine the horror/disappointment. Images of myself passed out in front of the hotel curbside flashed in my mind.

We banged on the door relentlessly like dogs in a storm until a woman across the street told us to stop. We didn't. She poked her head out the window again and told me I was stupid. I told her she was stupid.

And then finally someone came and grumpily opened the door for us.

And that. Was the best moment of my life, dirty looks and all.

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