Friiiidaaay October 3rd 2008

OH hey, it's Friiidaaay


Before anything I would like to send my deepest apologies to Marc Deniset. Marc, I'm sorry I could not contact you today on this beautiful autumn Friday... I'll have you know that I did try everything possible; we're having problems hooking up our internet in our apartment.... it has something to do with this silly looking internet box sitting in front of me. I even considered sending a messenger owl but even with time change he wouldn't have made it on time... and the owl only spoke french, not Deniset french. Sheen suggested making a collect call and putting my name as "heeey it's friiidaaay" but it's just too far away to a pay phone and their phone system around here is so fucked up. Deepest apologies, I hope you at least received my telepathic message.

We woke up to our third consecutive day of rain; it didn't matter though because once again we woke up to a view of Paris and the Eiffel Tower. We had cereal, toast, jam and coffee for breakfast, it was nice having a proper cup of coffee... none of that instant bullshit.


Today was laundry day; we walked across the Seine river and picked up our internet box at some coffee shop that the landlord had given us shitty directions to. We adventure for a bit until we found a place to do our laundry, it would become our home for the next three hours... doing laundry outside of your house sucks. During our wait time Ryan and went out to get some food, we ended up finding some canned ravioli and a decent baguette at some corner store. I pulled a serious rookie move and sliced my right index finger open on the lid of the can, it went pretty deep and it didn't stop bleeding. Thankfully we were right across from a restaurant and one of the dudes working hooked me up with some paper towel. So for the next two hours i layed on the laundromat chair with my blood soaked hand and put pressure on my wound.


When we got back from our laundry experience I cleansed my wound and bandaged it while Sheen fucked around with the silly internet box and got nowhere. After the shenanigans we all did our own supper thing; I took a baguette, cut it in half and put some tomato sauce, cheese and green peppers on it... after a few mins in the micro it was delicious. After supper Ryan and I booked it down to our local Champion to beat the closing of it's doors so we could get some last minutes essentials.