nice was nice after i blacked out

on saturday we went to carnaval in nice- i had the leftover bottle of champagne that i didnt even open, so i stole it from my frige and took it to the parade with me. amanda, alex wilson, matt sasha and i thought it would be a wonderful idea to drink on the beach in nice. amanda per usual tripped down the stairs and spilled her entire bottle on some black french guy- we were apologizing in french to him and his friends as well as him were laughing hysterically. hahaha. granted, we were a little tipsy from popping the bottle on the train- ive never experienced more mean mugs in my life than the french staredown we were getting on the train. they hate americans so much. note to self: never go back to france.

SIDE NOTE: some creepy man came and sat with us on the beach while we drank, tried to drink our alcohol and tried to make friends with us. he was 50 years old, totally creep status

and was hilarious. i flip videoeed the entire conversation... he didnt speak one lick of english, and my french isnt too good so we had a hilarious conversation. (i legit thought i saw him tonight in rome on the street... seriously i did see him)

well- we all got wasted and went to the parade: i blacked out, apparently ate two crepes: a pomme (apple) crepe and most of my friend's nutella crepe. i came back stumbling to the room and fell asleep in my disgusting hostel bunk bed and was apparently speaking gibberish to my roomate. oh well.

we wake up and decide to start drinking again because mixed drinks at the hostel were 3.50. we go to carnvale parade at night and the thing is sold out.... BUT we get in for free because we are dressed up. well i wasnt, but i rubbed my furry bee headband in the police officers face and he ushered me in. the floats were amazing- biggest shit ive ever seen in my life... we had a silly string war, had french kids silly stringing us in the face as well as throwing confetti on us. haha. they know how to do it there. go look at my facebook pics if you dont believe me....

the next day- we walked around nice, had the best most delicious lunch ive ever eaten- 20 euro got us rockfish soup, leg of lamb AND apple tart dessert. Hello 20 lbs... we shooted the shit for a couple of hours and decided it was time to go to the airport... and our flight was delayed an hour...

thought it would be a good idea to take a taxi back to our apartment- Marco told us NEVER to pay more than 40 euro for a cab. the driver tried to charge 60, then 50 so we screamed fuck you in his face and got out. the next driver we had  let us pay him 40, but he drove 100 miles per hour. thought we were going to die. couldnt find his meter and thought he was going to kidnap us.. and he looked like the creep from nice... our luck couldnt get better. we had death grips going on in the backseat.

when i got out, i kissed the ground and cried and kim threw up. thats how intense it was....

but for now i have to sleep: more stories to tell from tonight and this past week.

ciao