as soon as i disembarked, i met my buddies on the pier, and they handed me a bottle of wine. that i proceeded to chug. then moved to vodka, then to more wine, then to tequila shots. then the bar. flaming shots, flavored vodka shots. who knows what happened. all i know is that after a long day of traveling, i probably shouldnt drink.
from what i've been told, i went upstairs with creepy bartender greg and when we went home i put my hand in the container of tarama. a big hello to the island of yeu!
margaux's house is pretty amazing. theres a main house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious kitchen (hard to find in france i've noticed), living area, front and back porch. then theres a little side area with two bedrooms, each with doors that open to the courtyard in front of the house. my room was one of those, since i arrived later than ondine and mag. but yeah it was very nice. except for the centipede.
we spent most of the time laying out, cooking, biking to port joinville, going to bars at the port (le corsaire is the only name i remember), drinking, eating, and placing bets on who could get laid first.
anyway notable events:
one day we drove to this gorgeous cliffy beach to take our appero's and watch the sunset before dinner. while there, margaux invited two young boys to join us since they had cigarettes. little did we know, they also had green. so i ended up smoking a beautiful joint in the most scenic of places. it was perfect. and their names were cesar and ange (angel...).
we rode bikes to the "real" beach (the one with sand) and met up with jules et louis two 18 year old boys. margaux's friends? laid out, played cards, planned to meet up later.
louis is one of the more beautiful people i've ever seen. it was rough.
anyway most of it was a blur. we ate alot of tomatoes. and drank alot of wine and tequila and vodka. mag, jules, louis and i got ditched by margaux and ondine one night. so i decided we should drink all the alcohol. and we did. jules vommed. after trying to kiss me. i tried my best to seduce louis. but i'm not sure if that's ever worked.
there was a big party on wednesday night because we were leaving thursday. jean professed his love to me. jean is a 31 year old who likes astrology. i know this because he asked me my time, date, and place of birth the next day. weird.
it was so fun. except creepy greg.
and french girls think i'm good at picking up guys for some reason? if they only knew. they were all like "how do you do it? they want to talk to you." no. they dont. i'm american, and they think i'm going to suck their dicks.
and thats the rest of the story.
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