Nuit Blanche: Beaucoup d'alcool, pas beaucoup d'art

October 4th was Nuit Blanche a Paris, which is when all of the museums and churches stay open all night as well as the bars. It is also a night when Paris celebrates the birth of Sofia Noriega, my beautiful roommate.

Lauren and I left the apartment around ten and went to see Patti Smith play at Saint Germain des Pres. But when we got there, you had to already have tickets, which may seem obvious to everyone, but it wasn't at the time.

So Patti, kind of a bitch. We walked on and looked for some art exhibitions. The only thing we saw was Ryoji Ikeda's light projection. And then we said "Putin sa grace" fuck it, and were ready to be drinking. We had a bit of champagne for Sofia's birthday and walked around by Notre Dame and Chatlet.

Then around 1 we went to the first club and STARTED THE PARTY. Seriously, we started dancing and the bar stepped it up. Fake snakes everywhere, dancing on the table. FUN. Iquo was probably the reason dancing was so much fun, she is ridiculous. She actually grinded a water bottle out of my hand, at one point.

Then Lauren and I started talking to a frenchie who quickly became annoying and sketchy. I told him my name was ally and he thought it was 'allez' and tried to make a comedy routine out of it. Not funny. And then he offered a drink so of course I accepted and he goes and picks up a cup from the floor. I am sure it was from a rufie lab, downstairs so I was like NO THANKS.

Time to leave to the next bar. It is about 3 am, and Natalia and Bretlanne are easily the drunkest. Natalia yelled something which I heard as "I'm a FUCKING maverick!" so that was making me laugh all night. We move to a canadian bar and Natalia walks up to a group of british guys who are wearing odd outfits, and screams "WHAT IS THIS GET UP?" haha.

I was a classy lady and didnt get too drunk. And I met some wonderful British guys, Tom especially. We talked about music (reh CARDS) and movies, Ricky Gervais and anthropology. Then at 5 the bar closed and we met some of our friends outside. We sat by the Seine River and drank champagne, until 7 AM. Then Rivo and Rotsy walked us to our metro stop, and we got off a stop early and walked home in the sunrise. Beautiful.

That Sunday I slept until 6pm and then went out to dinner with Sofia. Mmmmm I had spicy tuna sushi.



Things have been good since then. My dad visited and had a good time. And I finally made the perfect print for this hemingway assignment in Photo. Yay.

Love you Lindsay! Missing your gutss.