An Evening in Paris

I had a wonderful time with Maya and Emmanuel last night. Emmanuel was born in Paris, but speaks good English; he is super nice. Maya is a native Californian (right on) and very big in Women’s Lib; she also is really nice. They showed us around the apartment, which is nice, but certainly not worth $100 thou.

Parisian apartments

We had a couple of before-dinner drinks, and then ate an exotic and rich veal dish. It was good, but I was getting very stuffed. I drank four or five glasses of wine during dinner, so I got pretty drunk. (Everyone was drunk.)
About 11:30, we all piled into the Safarik’s Peugeot and Maya drove us to the hotel. They went into the bar, and Mark and I came to my room. Mark broke into my automatic bar and got a bottle of champagne. I opened it, and the cork hit the ceiling, making a really loud pop. We laughed so hard! He only finished off one glass, and I didn’t want any, so he put it back! I hope to hell he doesn’t have to pay for all these Cokes, beers, champagne, etc. that he’s been ripping off from my automatic bar!
I’m finding out what a passion I have for Paris and the French. The people are very good looking, and I especially notice the guys - wow! I really want to come back next summer!