My friends from back home finally ended up showing up in Paris a few days ago. Apparently they have been traveling all over Europe sleeping on trains all the time and stuff. They were only in Paris for a few days though so they ended up getting the express night tour.

We ended up getting back over by their hotel at about one, when we decided to go to this British pub that was right across the street from where they were staying. It was really fun because they were playing all kinds of good music and all the drunk people were singing along and shit. After we all had a few pints we all went back to their room where we decided that it would be funny to dump buckets of water on the people walking by. I know, I know, it's pretty mean, but it was extremely entertaining. We were getting all kinds of people walking along with the taxis and motorcycles that were driving by. I decided to just crash at their place because: one, the metros were closed and two, they were going to Normandy the next day on some tour with some crazy World War II fanatic, and it seemed like it might be interesting.

The next day they guy met up with us at the train station in Bayeux with full military gear, I'm talking about everything, helmet, gun, all of it. We figured that this had to be the guy so we went up and introduced ourselves to him. Apparently he didn't like our names so he gave us all new names. He called me Chuck and my other friends Harry, Bob, and Sam. Apparently these were the names of all of his buddies that he had fought alongside in the actual invasion. He then brought us over to his humvee where we got in and he tossed us all our own uniforms to put on. We all had to change in the jeep while he hauled ass over a bunch of farmland to get to the beaches. When we finally got there he led us through a reenactment of the battles in which he yelled at us every so often by our given names and set off firecrackers all over the place. Apparently this guy does this stuff all the time, because we didn't seem to be disturbing any of the naked chicks lying all over the place. We ended up leaving just before sunset and sleeping on the train on the way back.

The next day I met up with them again at the Eiffel Tower. We decided that it would be cool to go to the top so we paid the 10 euros and rode the freaky glass elevators all the way up. Once at the top I then decided that it would be even cooler to throw paper airplanes off. This ended up being a very good idea. I can honestly say that this is that farthest that I have ever thrown a paper airplane in my life. They were flying for kilometers. Every time they would dip down they would catch another wind current and fly back up.

Later we went to this Greek place by their hotel to eat dinner. My friend Nester ended up going back to their room afterward because he had the shits or something. The rest of us decided to go to the graveyard where Jim Morrison is buried. When we got there the cemetery was already closed because it was about ten o'clock, so we busted some chinese acrobatics and flipped over the wall. In case you haven't seen any movies, graveyards are really creepy at night. We ended up getting lost and running into a pack of rabbits. Now these weren't your normal everyday rabbits. These rabbits were as big as my dog, had red glowing eyes, and were foaming at the mouth around their four inch fangs. These were more like saber-tooth rabbits. Our first instinct was to run, but it was no use because the pack of saber-tooth rabbits easily caught up. The only thing left for me to do was to just kick the shit out of them. So I did, and got a little scratched up in the process. We then decided that it would be a good idea to get the hell out of there, so we all flipped back over the wall and started to walk back to the train station. About half way there I started to feel kind of funny. All of the sudden I started growing fur, my ears got a lot bigger and my teeth got longer. Luckily I knew of a witchdoctor around the corner who ended up giving me the antidote. I then took them over to Pigal, Monmartre, and Sacre Coeur where we all just hung out before they had to go back to their hotel.

So I saw Lance today, he won number 6, I guess no one has ever done that before.  After the race I went over to congratulate him and he asked how I'd been doing and all that.  I think we might go to a bar or something later on to celebrate and catch up on old times.  We haven't seen each in a long time.  You know I actually taught him how to ride a bike.  Back when we were kids I got my first bike and used to ride it all the time around the block, and Lance got jealous.  I eventually gave in and let him try it out when for an entire week he just sat on the curb and cried his eyes out as I continuously rode by.  He really sucked at first, but with a lot of practice and my coaching he was able to get a lot better.  Later he ended up getting a bike of his own and we used to ride around for days on end terrorizing the neighborhood.  Ever since then Lance and I have been best friends.