LONDON BACK TO PARIS BACK TO NYC........
Monday, July 14, 2008Damn.
This has been one long wild ride of a couple of weeks of doing some serious shit.
So the engagement party for my friends was stellar. The amazing bit was that I spent the first part of the day after my train trip to Paris with my boy joe watching cricket...................................................everyone pauses and says "uh oh.....MOWO! is turning into a posh c**t"
wow.....so not the case but I finally understand that game. What a great game. I mean 5 days........bit too much but I get some basics and can watch it now if Im somewhere and like know why people dig it.
So.....after eating a lovely meal with joe his fiancée and their friend katie I had all of a 5 minute walk to the engagement party which was stellar. made some great new friends saw some great friends. Danced a lot as well, that's always a great thing
the party was out of hand Nintin Sawhney ( spelling? ) performed with a singer that sang like an angel.....bronagh gallagher from "the commitments" sang a tune all by herself and then dj'ed some funky soul classics for us all to shake our asses too. Cassie my lil sister homie played a gorgeous piece on piano for everyone.......oh just off the top of her head......Lizst interpretation of a Bach piece..sort of like a Biszt piece! ( spinal tap anyone? )....yeah, really easy to memorize kind of thing.......was stunning........and then everyone else was perfect and fun and great.........just an amazing night in LONDON
I got up.......went to JOE's ( I stayed at cassies and simon's in a loft .........fancy pants ( not $250 cargo pants alan! ) and I took a shower!!!!!!! because for some reason they ran out of water at the house.......this amazing house and they had NO WATER.......only hot water I had never experienced that in my life. But everything else was stellar.
So........had some mexican food made by joe and marryanne's friends named peggy and james right next door to the LONDON FORUM.......where, you guessed it right MY MORNING JACKET are playing tomorrow night
I cant escape these hair hillbillies this trip!
ha!
So...took the northern line from kentish town stop to kings cross st pancreas as I like to call it..I returned to paris and went to this thing called the BAL DES POMPIERS its like the eve of their national independence day and thats the big party. Basically the fire stations around the city throw parties and women go and celebrate the firemen , because apparently all women all over the world think firemen are fit.......some are........LOTS ARENT........dont get me started. Anyway.....it was ok. basically cheesey music, hung out with some good friends but all in all it was like techno music and men trying really way to hard to kiss women who didn't want to be kissed. Its like a tradition.............as if its the end of WW II or something to kiss women , total strangers on this evening. I don't have the balls nor do i think its cool to walk up to someone I don't know and try to stick my tongue in their mouth. Furthermore........who has just kissed this woman? Where has her mouth been? For that matter where the f has my mouth been? I mean london and paris in 24 hours........i got some nasty mouth going on for sure. Anyway, my inner larry david was repulsed by this. KEEP YOUR GERMS AWAY FROM ME..........or is that KEEP GERMANS AWAY FROM ME? At any rate , I just wasn't forward enough to do it nor will I ever be. If someone had approached me it may have been a different story but wait that's not the case some women did I just wasn't into it. Its the first time that I felt like an absolute prude and an american in paris. C'est La Vie! hahahahhaa
At about 3:30 am i left the party caught a taxi with a really rude driver who assumed I was a stupid american........he got the stupid part right, but I speak basically fluent french so after a couple of sentences he went from being a total douche to like the nicest guy. So funny how that happens over here. Because essentially they figure, you learned how to say the name of your address and if they ask you anything else they are just going to hear "Im sorry I don't speak french" When he asked me his question which was........which way would you like to go?....mind you not with a lot of confidence ) I actually answered him in detail. I rock sometimes........like........3 times a year. So I have two more times to rock this year.
So..........I arrived home full of champagne........and the elevators are broken in my apartment here. So, nice 7 story walk up for me........dizzy.........with a terrible ham and cheese sandwich in hand that I had purchased for 5 euros.( 8 bucks almost )......so the night was just going downhill at a Carl Lewis pace.
Don't get me wrong, I had some fookin' fun, I just had enough. Slept till about 10:30 this morning and was awakened by 2 cute little french kids who tackled me on the sofa bed I'm staying on.
today is the 14th of July........BASTILLE DAY ........ we basically went to a park and played some soccer....Im actually not that bad could do some tricks , I was impressed. Christiano Ronaldo Im not though :)
ate a great dinner and now its bed time.
How easy is that? tomorrow I get up..........get in a car and its NYC for me BABY...........So prepare the united states for my return DAMMIT..............Tidy up the place.(like where ive been is even remotely tidy btw! )...get me a glass of water, do something for fucks sake.
anyway,
that's that on that with that about the thatness of my europe trip.
NYC here I come.
be well,
MOWO!™
