All though I can safely say I didn’t do too much crazy stuff while in Paris, France, I did do something that I do very well; PARTY. And how could I not? With gorgeous girls milling about, and the club promising to stay open till 5:30 am, it was impossible not to indulge, and to, quiet frankly, get absolutely trashed. Needless to say, I was dead to the world the entire next day, and couldn’t believe that I was walking around Paris looking for a McDonalds to make my hangover go away. Unbelievable experiences like those don’t come around too quick. That entire night was nothing short of a disaster, with difficulty getting a hotel room, finding a last minute boutique where we copped some cardigans and blazers (Euro-FF and I gripped the exact same pieces without realizing… we’re twins, clearly), finding a place to eat, trying to pre-game, etc etc. Added to the whole experience obviously, and my other travel companion, my first ever Turkish friend, Tamer, made sure that I had the time of my life. Of course, considering the course of the entire evening, we didn’t expect the night to be any more smoother, and we weren’t wrong. Never have I seen more selective bouncers, who literally went down the line and picked girls/rich guys to grace their club. We established some sort of relationship with a doorman at a somewhat empty looking venue, who barely spoke any English, but did offer us bottle service… How could we resist? Walked into the club at 2:00 am, and the expression “Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover” came and slapped us in the face. This place was bummmmmpin, the music was so sick, the drinks were flowing, and … I pretended I worked for NetCandi.com so I could take pictures with girls = Don’t tell Derrick hahaha. Click Continue Reading to see the rest of the photos!
PARIS NIGHTLIFE!
I LOVE PARIS.
09.26.09
