Wave at them, they're tourists!

Day Two: We are Parisian.

We met in the morning (David doubting the girl's word. He was certain they went clubbing.) (For the mothers reading this: just a note, they didn't go clubbing. They were trying to sleep through the ruckus their roommates were making at 4am when they came home from the club.)

We visited Jardin des Plantes, Place des Vosgues, Victor Hugo's house, and then ate at Breakfast in America.  The cutest little 50's diner, they were playing the Beach Boys over the radio.  We made sure to order chocolate/peanut butter shakes called Obama's. Is it racist....? We don't know.

After, we went and sat on la Seine.  We found this adorable walkway/boardwalk/cement-walk and then dangled our feet over the water, daring David to jump in and fish out the 5 cent piece...all the while trying not to get caca on our bums. And then les bateaux mouche began floating by, and all the Japanese tourists broke out their cameras and began waving at us. "Helooooooo!" they cried with big smiles.  We pretended to be flattered and a little confused. We waved back, not saying anything, in case they noticed that we weren't speaking French but instead English. The goal was to look as Parisian as possible.

For dinner we ate at a brasserie for Mariah's birthday. Drinks may or may not have been served. (Just kidding, Mom...and Mr. Batchelor! No, but really. Just kidding.)  Our waiter looked like 1.) Mondo from last seasons Project Runway. And, 2.) the little French chef from Ratatouille that tried to take over Gusteau's.

Then everyone went home and they lived happily ever after.  Just kidding. David was once again lying awake at night wondering if Leah and Mariah were out clubbing with their rowdy roommate friends...when in fact Mariah and Leah were already asleep in their little, warm hostel beds.  Now, a note for all who were wondering about hostel details....

1.) The restrooms were completely co-ed.  I once saw a half-naked man.

2.) The toilet doors were amusing. There was written, "Telepathy is fake, telepathy is fake, telepathy is fake....I tried it." Jeez, why did you try it?

3.) Like I said, our roommates came in at 4 AM and slept until forever. We all know why.

Annnnnyway, at night, since it was Mariah's birthday, we went on a boat ride on the river.  Now of course, this was meant to be magical and romantic.  The Eiffel Tower was glittering in the background, it was warm, the lights were glowing...and the group of Jr. High French School Girls were screaming, "Helooo!" to every man they saw on the side of the river. I thought they might be intimidated by David's glare, but then they started to scream louder. And then, the moment we passed underneath the last bridge, a bottle of beer came spilling down on us and stained David's Underarmour jacket. 

It was a good day.