#bc the bus stop is 10 minutes away‚ the train station 20‚ my friend's place 30‚ and i all consider them close

[spaghett-onaplate]

*I mean a walk between two destinations for a purpose, such as walking to a bus stop or supermarket, rather than a walk for leisure such as a hike

And if you'd like, include where you're from! particularly if you're from a more urban or rural area

[wanderlustlondon]

15 July

some of these days are so foggy already i’m glad i wrote them on my phone every night

today megan and i made sure to set our alarms an hour earlier than we actually wanted to get up so we wouldn’t have a repeat of yesterday. somehow i still got up and showered and put on makeup in like 20 minutes though, it was super impressive. we struggled a bit catching the right bus, mostly bc we couldn’t find anyone who spoke enough english to help us. carly and emily were getting super annoyed with megan bc we couldn’t get it right but they could’ve mapped it out??? ugh whatever. we found the bus stop and some little old lady was trying to talk to us but only spoke french and italian but we managed to tell her we were going to versailles and she said the city is bad but the palace is good. 

the bus ride was real chill. we were all so exhausted no one was really talking much. we got off the buss and struggled finding our way to the train station and once again people were getting annoyed but we’re in a new country this isn’t easy for anyone???? luckily we found the station and got on a sweet double decker train. the ride was super long but at least it was smooth. i really liked the countryside of france. 

we got to versailles and it as hot af outside but we got to skip a line that almost wrapped around the tire building, thank god for online tickets. the palace itself was absolutely gorgeous it’s hard to explain it. and the audio guides helped a lot since we couldn’t read the history (i could make out a few of them, especially given the context). it was also nice bc then it’s just a bit more on your own and not too much interaction. although it was packed as fuck, literally shoulder to shoulder at some points. we made it through a lot of it but then we found a restaurant. carly and emily wanted to stop and rest of us were clothing our wallets but carly was gone before we could protest. so our bill was actually cheaper than the night before but it was the slowest service i’ve ever had in my life. it was also weird they brought the food out as it was ready instead of all at once. i just got some bread with chestnut jam and wow i love chestnut jam. we finished off walking through the exhibits but it was clear carly didn’t want to be there anymore, but me michelle and meg were still enjoying it and i just want dot tell carly to stop plaining and let us do our thing since we were ALWAYS letting her do what she wanted. 

we asked four different people where the exit was and nobody could help us figure it out, but we finally found it on our own after 15 minutes. then back at the train station we couldn’t figure out how to get the tickets we needed, bc it turns out the tickets we’d been buying all weekend were only good within france’s city limits and we had to get more expensive tickets to get back. also mel got 2 water bottles from a vending machine on accident and when she asked who wanted it megan and i both said we did and then carly just took it and chugged it. like aright fuck you too i’ve had 0 water all day but your needs are always more important. well whatever we’re going back on another double decker train and it’s fine.

when we got back to our room again megan and i just decided to relax for awhile before we got ready for the cabaret. it only took us 10 minutes to get ready for the cabaret so we had plenty of time to just sit and talk. we started talking about carly and shit was being thrown left and right, we were both just so fed up with her and her constant needs. it was a good bonding experience for sure and it just further assures me i made the right choice in friends abroad. 

so carly and co show up late for the train to dinner as always, and right away carly is like “well i thought you guys would map it out” WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOING SHE’S THE ONE WHO MADE THE RESERVATION. but we figured it out on a map in the train station and headed over to the arc de triumph. it’s stunning but of course carly ins’t impressed (like earlier when she said she wasn’t impressed with notre dame bc she saw the sangrada familia and that was better). we admired it for a bit before going to find our restaurant. i was annoyed at this point that “dinner will be expensive bc there’s nothing cheap around here” but we walked past multiple mcdonalds and tbh i could always go for some nugs. so we got to our restaurant and right away i’m not feeling it. carly orders champagne immediately and a few others joined her but i just got water. i played it super safe and ordered a chicken and lemonade just to get something fun since others were ordering champagne and fancy drinks. the food is delicious and i make sure to eat slowly since i won’t be buying any other food for sure. the girls decided we should get a fully bottle of champagne for the table which, i guess splitting it 6 ways wouldn’t be too bad. they don’t have the one we asked for the but the server said this other one was only €6 more. the waitress only brings out 2 new glasses so the four bitches have their champagne and i just keep on my water. even megan had ordered a gin and tonic. 

a few of them ordered dessert but i already knew this was the most expensive meal i’d ever had so i passed on my chance at crème brûlée. so the check comes out and it’s €350. turns out the champagne was €82. the four of them spent over €70 and i spent the least at €28.70. it was still pretty pricy but at least i wasn’t completely broke.

we found a “cheap” place for drinks and we all got some sort of shot (it was bartender’s choice) and i got a piña colada bc i’m awful yet wonderful. while we’re drinking megan starts telling mel how funny i am when i’m drunk and we started talking about how i feel really comfortable with her and john and riley where i can do those kinds of things and i appreciate her patience with my weirdness and she just kept saying i’m so fun and so funny and i’m great to have around and she was very happy they got me drunk in bath and that i keep drinking with them

drinks were CHUGGED bc they took so long to come. we went across the street for our cabaret show and all of us are stumbling bc we just drank full drinks in 10 minutes. we got seated in the very front because we were such a big group and after i had my free glass of champagne i was most definitely drink but thank goodness because it was 20 performances and 16 of them were completely nude women. no way i could’ve handled that sober. but they had some cool lighting and mirror illusions at least. and these two tap dancing men that did all sorts of styles and they went for a really long time and it was one of my favorite parts of the whole weekend tbh. emily said something about how john would say he could do that and how he’s a cocky asshole and i was just glad we got separated before i could talk shit to her. 

so cabaret was over and we want to find somewhere with some more drinks. most of us wanted a bar but carly said she wouldn’t buy alcohol unless it’s at a club. so we start the hunt of club and it took us over an hour to find one. we kept asking people where to find one and eventually carly started just walking up to people and yelling at them in english to help us, which really was getting us nowhere in life. finally we found one, but i was pretty sober by this point. it was €20 just to enter and have ONE drink and so of course i’m already salty bc that’s hella pricey. i get my vodka lemonade and sit at the table, very overwhelmed by the blasting music and darkness. i got to he bathroom when they all went to the dance floor and just break down in one of the stalls. it was all just too much for me to handle, and it was reaching my peak amount of traveling. megan found me in there and took me back out to the basement, where they found a new place to sit. a few of them went to dance but i legit could not stop crying no matter what i did. it’s not heavy sobbing like the bathroom but just constant tears. i felt awful bc i knew megan wanted to be there for emily on her birthday but i just can’t do clubs, especially not sober.

we go to leave and look for the train station and i asked the security guy if he knew english and he said no but i fired back right away “ou best la station de metro?” and he guided us the right way and it was super easy to figure out go me and my french. when we got back to the room megan called her sister in the hall and i heard her just breaking down completely. when she came in i instantly asked her what was bothering her and she just had some MASSIVE bitching about carry not being a good human being and how megan doesn’t feel wanted anymore. i told her she’s my favorite person on this trip and i’ve never once been annoyed with her and she is always more than welcome to be a part of my life. it was a sweet little moment and kept apologizing for taking me to the club but i kept apologizing for making her leave and we both just had a long day and were ready for the day to be done, especially considering it was 2:30 am.