french frites and street cats

So... we went to mcdonalds....  All you hataz better stop droppin your jaws at us.  you need to understand that:

a) nothing else is open past 10 pm, and

b)McChickens are amazing.

So we were in this little park area eating our McChix (which were even better than in america, might i add), when three french garcons came and sat down on the bench near us.  one was hitting the other on the hat and play-yelling "get the devil out of you!!" at him in french.  their friend ruben turned and said something like "sorry for bothering you" in french, and we were like, "uh its okay..."

"oh, you speak english?" the ruben asked.  we know that we're not supposed to talk to strangers, but they reminded us of our friends at home, in that they were a little crazy but also endearing.

so, we were just chatting about our plans for the night, and they told us that justice was playing in paris!!!!!  hellz yea.  so we went walking through the bastille area with our new friends to go to the bar sociale.  

ruben was born and raised in paris, but spoke english very well.  

jean was wearing a pair of shoes maddie owns. 

yan could barely open his eyes, and liked to tell me we should get married.  

paul was a jumping bean that tags all over the city.  

needless to say, we had a good time.

we met up with some of their friends, and it turned out that one of the girls was also from chicago!!  she has been living in paris for several years, though, and i totally thought she was french when we first met her.  then she switched to english and her american girl accent totally came into play.  it was so funny. 

so.  it took foreva and eeevaa to walk there, but we passed the time by teaching each other phrases in our languages.  for instance, ruben taught us a phrase that i would only write if i was really angry, and we taught him "who took the cookie from the cookie jar?"  "it wasn't me," he professed, putting his arms up.  he also asked if the show Cops was an accurate portrayal of the United States.  I said yes.

by the time we were close to the sociale, we heard that justice was sold out.  duh.  so we went to rex club instead, which evidently is a big club in paris.  it was fine, a little too techno oonta-oonta-oonta beat with lights and smoke machines for me, but y'all know i gotta dance.

who would have guessed, that of all places in paris, we would meet french friends at McDonalds.

SMB