nomad'z land

two days in paris including one day off, dreeeeeam!! so happy! we rushed off the bus around noon and into our hotel, the crowne plaza republique, so french! tres francais. whoop whoop. i speak french when im drunk by the way. not very well but i mean it is what it is. drunken french is what it is. so we got in, i had to search for tampons BY MYSELF, found some whatevs ones two blocks away — cardboard applicators YUCK. but i conducted the entire transaction in french, dope right. then j and i went across the street to a cafe, had a little foodyfood, people watched, discussed how cool it is that we were in PARIS togethz, then to the louvre! we met up with mikey and carl. i love the louvre. i think we covered a lot of ground, but i could have done like a week there or some shit. did you know i intended to minor in art history but stopped because i was failing ucla art history classes and my advisor told me to just drop it all so it wouldnt interfere with my overall gpa. well guess what, gpa is not that big of a deal. look at me now, im in grad school after a 2.9. how shameful. i guess if i kept art history minor my overall gpa probably would have been like a 2.4 or less. which would have been bad. oh god who even cares right now!!

i super enjoyed our louvre stay, so exciting to be around all that art!! and you can buy tickets like at the movies, at those do it yourself kiosks. modern shit g. did you know theyre coming out with a louvre 2 in dubai! ill have to go there and check it out. maybe i wish i took one shroom before going to the louvre. can you imagine! i probably would have cried. and im in a better mental and emotional state than when i did it the other time so i wouldnt have found myself in a fetal heap on the floor trying to sleep it off. or who really knows, drugs are crazy. we left the louvre, tried to take a cab to the eiffel tower, which was in view from the louvre, but 2.5 miles away. no cabs available or maybe its just cause were black. so we walked. and walked. and walked. lovely walk along the seine, so cool!! i wish we had so much time to just sit and chill and drink and eat and talk FACE TO FACE with people the way they did in paris, or most of europe really. america you suck. but the fact that we can say that america sucks without being imprisoned or stoned to death is a really nice thing, so theres one point for america. anyway everyone chills along the river and they look so happy and shit. i too would be so happy if i were living fashionably in paris doing happy hour in the midst of all this gorgeous architecture (read: lots of goooold i love gold).

we made it to the eiffel tower juuuust as the sun was setting. tickets to get a ride up were booboo so we were like fuck it we’ll walk, grab a bite to eat upstairs. i love how the lady was like “just go up to the second floor” ummm the second floor happened to be 1000 steps up. we were sweating balls by the time we got up there which did not mix well with the cold wind. also, the restaurant requires reservations and is so expensive. as mikey put it, he wouldnt go there unless he was proposing to someone. hahah. but yay! so happy to have seen the louvre and eiffel tower. i love love loved my romantic paris day with j mikey and carl. j and i ended the day with a romantic meal across the street at mcdonalds. i loooove getting mcdonalds in other countries. they have all sorts of cool different shit specific to the culture. such as serving mayo with the fries and calling it “fry sauce” whattttt. this mcds was dope, they had an upstairs so we sat up there by the window watching the street, shooting the shit, being in love and whatnot. then i took a shower oh mannnnnn tour life equals not so much on the shower thing. if you know me, you know i HATE showers. so its bad when i want a shower. when j woke up he was like, your hairs smells pretty, and i was like YEAH cause i hadnt washed it in dayssssss poor guy. i mean you can get really grimy on these tours. so easy to. ive smelled ways ive never smelled before. even j had a little something going on and he never smells ever. tmi.

second day in paris, we took the train (confusing) with mikey manas and kylie to dragon street to get our shopping on! j got me this dope ass ring which now that i think about it might be abstract vagina shaped. i wonder what it all means.. walked around, super sunny lil bit sweaty, back to the venue for little bite to eat at the cafe on the corner, then impromptu photo shoot with the crew, its endearing to see grown men go “take this shot of me!!” im going to make a behind the scenes spearhead book one day. lots of weed smoke gonna be in it. show was dope, tiny little venue, purposed to drink a lot since it was my last night, uh mission accomplished. blech!

got to ghent belgium which was sooooo cute and goddamn why do i have to leave a cute place! i should have left from a whack location so that it wouldnt be so painful. anyway took a 45 minute cab ride (um pretty sure this was really expensive) to brussels for my hungover 8 hour flight to dc then 5.5 hour flight home to la poooooo! wish i were still on tour with my boodley, especially since hes in milano right now! i wanna go to fucking italy. im not complaining, well i am, but i am also so happy to have had this europe experience with my lover, especially paris! god i love traveling. lucky as a duck to get to do it this way (aka free alcohol and other shit). blessings. asfdihasoifasdfh okay last thing, on the way to europe i was watching that movie with james gandolfini and julia louis dreyfus, “enough said,” soooo good. she was walking with her new poet friend who happened to be her new bfs ex wife (real complicated. also, the lesson here is communication. and dont lie. or keep things from people). and a couple approached the poet friend and were telling her how much they admired her work. then the poet said thanks, and when they parted, she said “blessings.” and julias character didnt know what to do so she goes “oh um… blessings.” maybe you had to be there or i just suck at explaining it but it was hilarious. i laughed out loud. i also cried. thats just what i do on long plane rides, alternate between sleeping, laughing, and crying. c’est la vie, pourquoi pas? told you i can speak a little french. okay thats all!! next stop: summer tour. yikes! thinking about it makes me tired. but first ill tackle summer session I. ttfn!