Super-Duper Wacky n' Tacky Euro Adventure

But I don't know. Cass looks a little tilted and blurry to me.
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Christie deems these two safe for walking-while-intoxicated.
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You're right Tim, looks like it's about time to head home.
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The ten euro shot that the restaurant actually payed us to drink!
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Just chillin'
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Yeah. Everyone dances a little birthday dance in my honor. I still don't know if I should feel flattered though.
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Woo hoo!
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Valentina says we must go dance. And so we did.
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These crazy French wanted for us to take a picture of them. So we did.
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Ahhh. A great shot of the kids.
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How much does Johnny look like Towelie here?
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Everyone is kinda glad to be out of the opera.
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After falling asleep during the ballet, so naturally I went out for a Sangria afterwards.
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Everyone enjoys a pleasant evening at the Opera Bastille.
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The cover band at this restaurant provided some excellent entertainment for everyone.
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(1)Try to create a flip-book style image in your mind by scrolling through these next pics quickly.
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Andrew gave these chicks 4 euro to go buy beer. Damn he's charitable.
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We were feeling a little sacrilegious so we decided to head it down to the side of the river for our needs.
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Where else does one go to drink on a Friday night than the area in front of the Notre Dame? Don't judge.
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The "after" pic shows everyone in different states.
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This champagne was particularly good. We might have bought four bottles from them. Oops.
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We were found Tim drinking by himself. For all we know, he probably poured the wine himself while the guy was away.
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Johnny and I take a quick break for pate sandwiches. They really hit the spot.
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Kat is like a fish to water in this place.
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Just look at all the independant wine makers. I do believe we had found Mecca.
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Four of us decided to rejoice by attending the Salon des Vins des Vignerons Independants 2006. This is what might be called a "before" picture.
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Although it doesn't feel like it everyday, spring has come to Paris and the flowers around town are beginning to rejoice.
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Hmmm, that's an interesting point you bring up Mary. But unlike most kids at Bing dinner, I just wasn't my usual camera-fiend self during spring break. So below is pretty much the all the stuff I have to document the journey. Not too worried, though. Moscow was more for relaxing than anything else. No need to preoccupy oneself with such material matters.

Just learned something interesting from the fam, however, that could come to preoccupy my thoughts in the near future. It's nothing bad. Actually a very good thing. It's sure to mix things up, which is never a bad thing in my opinion.

Today I was privy to an investors' teleconference from a rep with Carrefour. Very cool stuff. Def made the ten hour day in front of a spreadsheet worth it.

To much work for the beginning of the quarter. I think the major problem are my two teachers, one of whom currently works for Sciences Po, the other who formerly taught at Princeton. I don't think they truly understand the concept of "study abroad" like we do.

Another hat pic; just not so mean-looking this time.
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The Jimi Hendrix Blues Club (remember the whole no-copyright thing) provided some nice pre-train entertainment.
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I thought this would be a great shot of a typical Petersburg view, but it more looks like a really cold day at Disneyland.
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This is the Neva that we were so desperately waiting to freeze over last time we were in St. Pete in December. This time the thing was UNfreezing! That didn't stop people from still walking across parts of it though.
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The church on spilt blood with a frozen canal.
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A Trip to the Russian circus was called for. Notice the protruding stage that wasn't there at the beginning of the show that blocked about 40% of the whole show for us.
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We couldn't help but continue saying, "Oh, those poor elephants! Oh wow! Actually, that IS really impressive."
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So turn your head to the left and imagine these two people (turns out they're actually married!) on ladders that aren't leaning on a thing, but merely balancing on the table. Whoa.
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We try to make the best of the awful music.
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We met up with some Irish and British kids (most of whom I did not know) at a club that I thought I would never get into. Turns out to be an awful place, but the company was good.
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We were actually guaranteed a center seat. Not so much.
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Going to see Giselle was the one excuse I had to wear my lonely tie that made the long journey with me.
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Fiona's parents come into town and slap on smiles for the camera whilst slowly freezing to death.
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Caught Bloxham off-gaurd in the Novii Bolshoi.
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I had a visitor from Saratov to help me with the sight-seeing.
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So what do I do when I first get back into town than go see those classic sights that I saw almost every day for three months.
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I hope you can see the snow in the background of the sign telling you not to come in with shorts and a tank-top.
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...from some birthday celebrations with a rest and an espresso at my favorite coffee shop in the Latin Quarter. Below are some very over-due pics of my brief jaunt to Munich. Left is a preview of the birthday weekend pics.

Tomorrow brings the beginnin of my internship. Oh boy. Gonna have to wake up at some ungodly hour: 7:30am.

Actually, this is a much better one: This guy stopped at a red light, music blaring, jumps out of his merc and starts dancing a-la-Fatboy Slim's "Praise You" Music Video. It was somehow a very proper send-off to my weekend in Munich.
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