| Date: | October 30, 2000 |
| Location: | Somewhere in Paris |
| Category: | Shocking |
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The universal language
It was my first night in Paris and I was with a bunch of Aussies I didn't know. While chatting it up at a local bar serving Coors Light as an import special, two of the girls from my group starting talking with two local Parisians. One girl spoke a little English and the other spoke a little less. I was just sitting there minding my business when the whole group gets up and one of the Aussies says, "C'mon Brizzy, these two are gonna take us to a local bar." What? Great I thought, now I am following a bunch of Aussies I barely know who are following two Parisians who I don't know at all. But, who was I to argue. They seemed nice enough and hardly like the types to lure us into alleys where their bigger friends would rob us blind.
After about what seemed like an hour of blindly following them, we all arrived safely at what can only be described as a hole in the wall bar. We walked in, the music stopped, all the locals starred, and the girls said something to the bartender. Aparently they said, "Hey, lets not kill the stupid foreigners tonight" because just as quickly, we were invited in for some beers. So after some liquid encouragement, I decided to try to talk to the girl who spoke the least English because I thought she was cute. After some stumbling and fumbling and having this girl intentently try to understand me over the music, I said "This song playing is Outkast. They are from my home town." Well you would have thought I had invented Rosetta Stone right there on the spot, because she popped off her bar stool, kissed me dead on the lips and said, "I love Outkast" in near perfect English. The rest of the night was spent dancing, singing, laughing, and simply enjoying the only true universal language with a girl from Paris. We said goodnight around 4am as the bar closed and I never saw her again. Any other ending would have spoiled the memory. Ahh, but I will always have Paris!