The Black Dog

Today was awesome!!!

Got up at about 9:00, took the train to the Bois de Boulogne, where I had lunch. Then I did about 45 minutes of Tai Chi. I was doing the Fountain exercise when I overheard a little girl ask, "Maman, est-ce qu'il fait du magique?" ("Mom, is he doing magic?")

Then I walked to the Arc de Triomphe, where I met Laureline, the French girl I met over the summer when her father was engaged to my mom's friend Paula, and her friends. I can't remember ANY of their names, but one of the guys and I had a very nice conversation about Dr. Who. We browsed the CDs at the Virgin megastore on the Champs Elysees, and then we took the metro to the Black Dog, a goth bar named after the Led Zeppelin song.

It's weird, now that I'm actually 21, I don't have nearly as many compunctions about drinking. I still view alcohol as a mind-impairing poison, but not as much as I did before.

I can't wait to go out with them again!