exploits from a saturday night in paris
kate is visiting cannon in paris this week and got to meet some of his friends last night.
this one is her favorite. his name is chen, he is from malyasia (the capital of china?) but it’s much funnier when you spell his name with an “i”.
chin at beer one:
chin at beer 9:
why do asians get red faced when they (get handjobs out of camera view) drink?
we find that the effects of mixing alcohol and pills have an unique effect on the the pedstrial transportation home at the end of the night. last night, kate’s legs decided that they were going to stop working every few hundred yards. the only remedy, clearly, was to take a nap. have we mentioned that we like sleeping (with your mom) ?
kate, 100 yards from the last bar, on the pont neuf bridge (she tried to win the suicide contest on day two of our blog’s existence but was stopped by a kindly parisian man with a conscience (notice cannon was just laughing and holding a camera):
kate 300 yards from bar:
kate, 305 yards:
kate 100 yards from home:
kate 10 feet from a bed but on the fucking floor in the hallway:
love,
kate and cannon
