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so the whole trip, i must remind you, was FREEZING. i'm cold just thinking about how cold it was. brrrrrr. today we woke up at like 2pm. ugh. good morning! er, AFTERNOON!  the fashionista at the fashionisa haven  at a trade show. look! donna's eyes are closed!  look! now they are open!  i would like to thank my sponsor....  another trade show. and look! it's zana!  tomas with our dinner  it's been a long frigging day  zana cooked dinner tonight. i'm trying to figure out why i don't hve any of those pics. booooo. i remember taking them..... HELP! so after dinner it was time to go to the party. this one was hosted by FIVE model agencies. open bar. til eleven. we got there at eleven thirty. FUCK. oh well... at least they had bottle service  dude. seriously. all the bars and clubs in paris are red.  our booth was in front of this huge screen that kept changing colors. it was fucking SICK.  the place was filled to the brim with now-drunk models from the open bar. for some reason when i help up the cannon to get a pic of everything it looked like this  ah! there's one :)  blue screen booth schenanigans(tm)  this guy...  knows his jeans  it didn't take long for us to get invaded by all these dudes  it was like we were doing some sort of mating call....  ... whatever it was, we were certainly entertaining  tomas was like "eh, no like all dees dam boto, brah"  meanwhile on the dancefloor... it's the FRENCH KAWIKA!  oh so sexy  versace model  who loves donna  and doesn't speak much english  um, i wanna make out too *pout*  note the hat. sweet!  yes people that's a PHAT fucking versace ring  look what i found!  air guitar makes its first appearance  these two were the only fuckers in the place that could dance. ha ha.  yay a room full of male models and christa manages to find the only asian. i'm good laddat. i think i'm telling him a very important secret here...  now it's red screen booth schenanigans(tm)  i just poked tomas in the eye  adam saaks  now we're back to blue screen booth schenanigans(tm)  fuck it i never liked dancefloors anyway  yes? can i help you with something?  okay tomas can't take anymore. it's a complete sausage fest. we decide to duck out and make a break for it. too bad there's fucking COAT CHECKS and other crap to deal with so you can't sneak away as easily as you can in other cities. we tried tho, and we almost made it out free and clear... but tomas forgot his SCARF. normally it would matter, but this was one of those fucking awesome american apparel make-it-in-to-anything-oh-and-its-the-most-comfortable-cotton-ever scarves. so what if he got it for free... ugh. but yeah, so he's like "i'm gonna run back in. you three girls, get over to the other side of the square and HIDE!" hahaha. and we totally tried.... but next thing we know  great. actually, i'm not fussed either way. next thing we know zana and tomas are gone and we're left to figure out how to go to the after-party in THIS  blah blah wah wah wah in the square  me and donna aren't fussed about having to squish in a little smart car because we just don't fucking care. we're having so much fun you could have just left us in the damn square outside cabaret.  he barely spoke english. it was fucking great.  and this one was even worse... knew like four words. we were seriously in heaven.  the next place had the most fabulous cheese toasty sandwiches we ever ate the whole time we were in paris. and the staff was all dressed up like mimes. strange. and the bathrooms? very cool. lots of mirrors. they were just fine thankyouverymuch.  so me and donna are over it. seriously. we loved flirting and whatnot but we were not about to get busy when we are sharing a place with FOUR people. we managed to sneak away and get a cab back to the house. where we stood outside in the freezing cold trying the code to open the door. it would NOT work. it was so fucking cold. we had to ask some dude walking by to use his phone to call tomas, who wasn't answering (we found out later because her new french boy kept calling). so just when we were about to just curl up and sleep in the doorway we realized we were at the WRONG DOOR. oh my god. we came upstairs to a naked zana who said they were "just about" to come down and see if we were having trouble getting in. ha ha. so anyway, the next day we didn't wake up until after 4. if was so fucking great. time to see the shit, yo.  zana's canon is, like, a ba-zillion times cooler than mine  it was SOOOO fucking cold today. we were seriously freezing to death.  whatever whatever whatever. eifel tower eifel tower eifel tower  close up  blah blah blah  okay time to move. donna is about to fall over and shatter  tomas. bridge.  i can take it people.  oh my GOD that cafe was like the dude in white at the end of bedazzled when you just know you're safe and everything is gonna be okay  zana. almost thawed.  french onion soup before  french onion soup after  mmmmmmmm creme bruelet!! (or something)  we stayed in that damn cafe for nearly four hours. we didn't want to go back outside! then tomas had an idea. it was time to check out the SEX district! moulon rouge! the sex museum! peep shows! ....stay tuned!!!ONE MORE BLOG COMING UP SOOOOOON |