Ouai Too Much Fun!

Since we're working so hard on blending in with the locals, we try to speak French at any opportunity. We have noticed that locals use the informal "ouai" (pronounced way) rather than the formal "oui" (wee) to mean yes. Ray has become particularly fond of this casual agreement, thus eliciting tonight's title.

Tonight we met Jack near the Hotel de Ville to go to dinner. We went to a small, mostly vegetarian restaurant called Le Passage Obligé where we had what might be the best meal of our lives. Particular standouts include Ray's awesome steak, the sangria and a "meatloaf" made out of mushrooms with blackberry sauce that Jack, Chris and Caitlin all ordered. Tears may or may not have flown as the last bites were being eaten.

We then picked up 4 bottles of terrible wine and one bottle of champagne. Apparently when you pay 3 euro, you get 3 euro quality. Galen won the competition for "best taste," a.k.a the least offensive, with her pomegranate syrah. We decided to be as Parisian as possible and enjoyed the wine on the bank of the Seine near Notre Dame as boat cruises passed by hooting and hollering at us. They totally thought we were French!!

After our shenanigans on the Seine, Jack took us to his favorite bar called Bastille to meet some of his FSP friends for a birthday party. We celebrated amidst Jesus paraphernalia covering the walls and enjoyed Mojitos. The bathroom, on the other hand, had equal amounts of pornography to view while relieving oneself.

The night ended with teaching our Australian room mate a classic American drinking game: Flip Cup. Unfortunately, 3 recently graduated medical students beat us repeatedly. Below is the picture of our entire 8 person dorm.

We said goodbye to our 4 other room mates before turning in for our last sleep at St. Christopher's. Hopefully our other hostels live up to the standards that this one has set.