So...we're all off to Paris for our Winter Sales Meeting. There's like 90 of us coming here from all over N. America, Japan and Europe. For us it was a 14 hour total travel time Seattle to Paris. And as soon as we got here, Sweaty got French TOAST. Next up, French Fries, then French Bread...
Actually it was only a 9 hour flight but 14 total hours from the moment we got dropped off at SeaTac till the time we got to the hotel...Graves and I got the customary first beer that George and I usually pull in Amsterdam. But this was SEA to Paris direct. Nice.
A mellow 4 hour nap, then to Le Dome for dinner, a recomondation from Henry Matise grandson (claim). They put us in a pink room all by our selfs. Creepy, but appropriâte.
It's a seafood joint so we ordered accordingly. The bill was decided by a game of credit card roulette. I paid half, the rest of the clowns fought it out for the other half of the bill. Piatek got lucky with his $450 Euro portion of the bill. His wife is sooooo stoked.
Luckily my half is expensed and I only have to answer to The Bruce.Damn, first night and we already dropped a G on dinner.
Fuckin Frenchies.
where are the cancan girls?!
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chris is going to be pissed for the next year straight
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