Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule

And how. Last night was fantastic. Actually, the entirety of yesterday was fantastic. We stayed home for a bit, letting me get my bearings and rest, then we went out and walked around... sort of a tour of the area. And Lark has an amphitheater right behind her house, which blows my mind. Just this random roman amphitheater in the center of Paris. Then we went to this park with a large hill covered in a thick bush, except a pair of helix paths that wound up to the top, where there was this small, open metal gazebo. We promptly sat down, Jon took out his violin, and played for a while... Blanche and I sang some. We attracted a crowd, which at one point included a class of 20ish small children. Eventually, however, the park ranger (which implies a lot more responsibility than he had) stopped us, because he thought we were asking for money. Bitch. Whatever. Then we wandered, went to a garden, then by the zoo (not inside) and saw two red pandas, which are the cutest damn things ever. They're crosses between a raccoon (for the tail), a fox (for the body and color), and a shovel (for the head). Then we went and bought a picnic lunch. Bread, cheese, ham, salami, apricot, and hummus. We went back to the amphitheater to eat it. And damn, it was good. I fell asleep on the ground too, which was also good.

Back home we sat around, singing and such, for a while. We may have done other things, but I frankly dont remember them. Then we went downstairs and one door over to this cheap chinese place, bought some, bought a baguette across the street, and then ate dinner on Larks newly fixed table. Lark mixed a few delicious drinks (as always. Resident bartenders are useful). And, fun fact, baguette dipped in sauces from chinese food is astoundingly good.

We eventually went out. At around 10, when it was still sunny. Yeah, sunny. It looked like 4. We wandered looking for live music, and eventually found some at 1130. We got some drinks and stayed till they stopped playing at around 12. We hopped on the metro back to the area around Larks, and then wandered. Notre Dame, etc. Then we went down and sat by the river with a bottle of wine illegally purchased after midnight. We played some music and sang, and eventually this group of four people came by and sat next to us. They were french, but all spoke english fluently and impeccably (better than some native english speakers I know. Like my brother). Our new companions brought some other delicious drinks, and we all sang until... well, I dont really remember. Sometime after 315. (EDIT: we got in at 5) They had two guitars, played some incubus and a whole host of other things. It was an absolutely amazing time. We invited them to our get-ready-to-beat-the-shit-out-of-the-English day celebration. One of them, Victor, is coming. God damn fun.

This morning was bad for me though, I woke up a bit hungover and a lot sick. I lay in bed for quite a while (till around 3, I think). Lark babied me, asking if I needed anything many a time. I eventually got a croissant... which took me two hours to eat. I'm still feeling off, but I'll survive.

Its party time tonight.