exciting pair of days

This will be my first post using a French keyboard. Abd I'm drunk, which could make it a lot more fun. How to begin? Let's start with yesterday.

So, I just wanted to buy some porn, right?

I was walking around Chatelet, which is fairly happening and also overcrowded with sex shops. I decided, what the hell, no one knows me here, so if they see me walking in/out of a sex shop...that I don't give a flying fuck.

Moments after I walk in, some hot stripper girl comes up to me. After she realized I don't really know any sexfrench (last time I was here, I came and left a virgin) she informed me about how we could get a room and I could pretty much watch her strip and then both of us could masturbate, I informed her I was queer.

Naturally, I was tempted to utter the phrase, 'Can't we just be friends?'

After re-visiting many of my favorite parts of Paris, I went in to my ole fave drinking hole on the quai de Saint-Michel and asked (thought I was certain they were dead) if Bob and Marguerite, some incredibly old American expat friends of mine, still came around. The bartender assured me that they still came in every day.

So, I amused myself for a while and came back at the aforementioned hour of their arrival. I suspect that if they remembered me, it was dimly so, but we got over that fairly quickly and proceeded to have a marvelous conversation, in which they were able to tell me that almost all of the daily newspapers in Paris are owned by the two biggest arms dealerships in France.

Yikes!

When I was walking home, I saw a couple tangoing in the middle of the metro station for cash. Being the wide-eyed, fair-weather Parisian that I am, I found this amazing and felt charmed to the point of implosion.

Today, I went to the Centre Pompidou, but I'll spare you the art history lecture for the moment.