Ah, the smell of cologne and cigarettes…Salut Paris!

After a 20 min car ride and an 8 hour flight, I am now killing 12 hours in the Paris airport until I get to take 2 trains for 5 hours and then a car ride to St Michel. Someone shoot me please.

Luckily my flight turned out pretty awesome for the following reasons: 1. No babies, score! 2. Some angel at the ticket desk gave me 2 drink tickets that I didn’t even need to use because wine was free-fifty. 3. The flight was empty so I had 2 seats to lounge in while watching my shows. The flight attendant didn’t seem too judgmental, so I proceeded to drink at least a bottle of wine out of my classy plastic cup until I fell into a wine coma about halfway into the second movie. As homeless as that sounds, I am not ashamed of my actions. Once the wine wore off, I awoke to a banana and a breakfast sando! Now, the breakfast sandwich tasted like cold shit, but it’s the thought that counts right? So, thank you Delta for such a pleasant trip.

Now for some sweet ass people watching! Unfortunately, I don’t think Frenchies will be nearly as entertaining as Americans, but you better believe if something weird is going on I’ll be lurking in the shadows watching. Wow, I’m a total creep. Whatev.