Paris II.

When I was in Paris last week it became evident that I have one of the coolest mothers ever.

One evening we decided to make bloody marys and dance to Prince for an hour.

After that, we invited ourselves to a party that was raging on in the apartment/street below us. We both made friends. My mom was quite popular, and I nearly joined a band.

I ended the night by leaving the drunkest message for my best friend in United States via skype. I tried calling other people too, but I ran out of time. I had a lot to say.

Here is one more picture I don't hate from when we went on a boat.

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