I can officially say that all of my predictions about Nate’s visit came true. Well the accuracy of predictions one and two are completely conjecture, but I feel secure in my proclamation that they most likely occurred.
Beth and I had the red carpet rolled out for Nate and Mike on Wednesday. Mike, a friend of Beth’s from ND, arrived early in
the morning and after giving him and Beth time for a Diesel nap, I met them for dinner. Mike was really excited about being in France and the tallest guy in every room. After dinner, we went back to my penthouse for a little pregame until Nate arrived. Nate stormed into Paris around 11 with Wodka in toe. A few Nutella chasers later and we were ready for our wigs.
Most of the weekend followed the same path. Highlights included:
- Nate passing out at the bar on Wed, Fri, and Sat
- Me repeatedly failing to trick Lacey, the bartender, into a kiss
- Beth, Steph and Mike getting a whole bunch of Mumms in Reims
- Beers at McDo’s because it was raining out
- 5 pm happy hours at Virgin Megastore
- Nate and I stole free matching best buddy Havana Noche belts
- D30s
- My spacious elevator
- Me finally meeting a real French chick, who I later find out has a boyfriend and it was her friend, who I don’t exactly remember, that was interested in me in the first place
- Walking home from the bar and Nate hailing cabs in the middle of the street
- Me being accused of embrasser-ing with Nate by my guardienne (look it up)
- Nate locking himself out of my penthouse while I was at work
- Steph making sure that Nate and I made it home safely
Naturally, this all culminated in Nate and I returning to Prony at 3 am on Saturday night. As good fortunate would have it, the clock moved ahead an hour in Paris as well. This meant that Nate’s 5 am wake up call was actually at 4 and provided us a solid hour of sleep. The following exchange
between me and Nate at 9:30 am explains it better:
Nate: What time is it?
John: I don’t know.
Nate: Dude, it’s light out. I missed my flight.
John: Just go back to sleep dude.
Good thing for Nate the Healy’s we there to save us once again. Since Rue de Prony still uses strings and cans to communicate outside ones bungalow and hasn’t heard of this magical inventioned referred to as the internet, we used the Healy’s electronics to make the necessary arrangements for Nate to get back to ZaZa. While haggling with the airline lady, Nate beat her down in price by explaining that he wasn’t just a student, but rather a good student and therefore deserved the good student discount. The new ticket still brought a rather hefty price and brought him to Barcelona just as his bus was leaving. Too bad for Nate he wasn’t still in Paris to share the streets with the tented street colonies and had to settle for the pay phone for a pillow.
And now your moment of Zen:
remember that time pants cooked the food you like, hosted the tailgate, let you stay over night, visited you too often at school, learned how to text, took you to practice, made you feel uncomfortable when asking you about a gf or bf, cried when you left home, loved you more than should be possible. you probably do. cause it happens everyday.
i’d say its officially tradition for someone to miss a flight on any weekend you and nate get together. sastre will be thrilled.