Looks like my intention of blogging everyday about my trip has not gone according to plan. So I am still going to post about it in retrospect... I started in NYC and stayed with my friend Perrie in Brooklyn. Turns out that was a good idea since we stayed out each night until 4AM and thus, I had no jet lag when I arrived in Paris. Brilliant! We stuck to Brooklyn, which was good since I only had a couple of days there. Perrie has 3 roommates, one is a chemist, one is a mathematician and the other is a douchebag. I stayed in the mathematician's room since she was gone, and for this comfort I only had to make her bed and write her a love letter (which I still owe her). Her room was fantastical, filled with unicorns and care bears and hearts and rainbows. Jim, the chemist, came out with us one night on our Williamsburg bar crawl. I liked him because he showed me a picture on his phone of a bucket of tiny sheep's brains. I also liked Union Pool because there was an outdoor fire pit and a taco truck that was air conditioned by Satan. The next night I helped Perrie with a photo shoot of a band she knows from Philly. They played at the Bell House so we ran around the streets in Gowanus shooting away before they went on. The last day I got my Gorilla coffee (one of my favorites besides Intelligentsia) and a little vintage shopping in Williamsburg, where we found ourselves surrounded by French bulldogs and French tourists. A little foreshadowing... Too short of a trip but as Perrie says, at least I did not wear out my welcome!
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