Day 2

Currently, it is 4:40 a.m.; I think it's time for me to go to bed. Before I do, I must document my day or I might forget the details... except I need to go to bed, so hopefully I can nut shell it. :D

Hookay so...

Julie and I had to be at school for a presentation about Madden Gres. (side note, due to the time, I cannot guarantee spelling French or English will be completely accurate). We weren't quite sure who she was, but we found out that she is an old high fashion (houte' couture) designer. The lady that spoke to us worked with Madden Gres for 24 years. During WWII Madden Gras was shut down by the Germans because she included two dresses, one red and one blue, in her collection. At that time, those colors of fabric were not available, so the German's inquired where she found it. Gres didn't tell them and the shut her sealed her house for a year (she paid rent, but was not allowed to go in it). After a year, her fashion house was closed. Anywho... she returned in 1944 and re-opened her fashion house and went on to be the bomb diggity. One dress we saw represented 250-300 or work and cost around $40,000-$50,000... in the 30s and 40s. Over all it was a pretty interesting presentation, interesting enough to wake up for. : D they also showed us some draping techniques, but I'll skip any elaboration on that.

Julie and I made a new friend named Summer. She's from Texas, but recently graduated from Arizona State University in Theater and Design. We hung out with her all day. After the presentation we ate lunch, went back to school for a little meeting with a teacher and proceeded to go shopping. We took the metro down to the shopping district, (Printemps and other stores of the such). It was fun; the metro was an experience, read my facebook quotes for that story condensed.

After our metro adventure, we ate. The first restaurant we stopped in, the owner told us he was only open for another 30 minutes and that we should leave (except it took 5 minutes to understand that) and he was drinking, because I could smell it. After that we went to a different one, with a much better looking and more sober person to wait on us. The language barrier was hilarious, for the first time. He was cute and kept speaking in French; I kept smiling really big (and turned red) and pointing. Summer ordered a dessert, but never got it. After the man looked at her surprised when she requested dessert after finishing her dinner! (Bonjour! we're hungry!) Then he left, he put his coat on and left. So we waited and waited for the bill... and eventually got up to see if we could pay up front. Right when we did that, he walked in and looked at us and most likely thinking, "Are you going to leave without paying for your meal?" We were confused... laughed, smiled... etc and then Summer left him a 5 euro tip and apparently that's rude, but ya know, she was kinda pissed about not getting her dessert. Oopsy daisy.

So anyway, those were the highlights.