Paris Day 2

A hefty 4 hours sleep, then up and to breakfast. "Oh they got a pool?" Coffee in hand we roll up to the pool where the ONLY way you can swim is if you have a SPEEDO on. Some French law about sanitaryness. Stupid. Hor Hey and I sit there drinking our coffee willing the broad swimming in a G-String out of the water but get denied. Decide to grab my Speedo and swim some of my own laps then its off to the Eiffel Tower.

Our subway stop is Balard. Wierd, I live in Ballard. Must be home.

"Dude it's the fucking Space Needle in France, big deal." Still pretty cool

Somolian dudes everywhere trying to sell you statues. Much like Mexico. Same but different.
On the way to world famous Willies Wine bar we got rear ended. Sitting in the cab and BAMM some broad drills us with her old ass mini Cooper. Whiplash.
But $500 Euro worth of wine and food took the kink out of my neck. Thanks for picking up the tab, Emmett.
And then there's our buddy Toshi. He didn't quite make it to his room opening night. Hall ways are pretty comfy sleep spots. But dude was up and at em ready for the meetings at 8A.M.

Fly with owls at night, soar with the eagles in the morning.