Wednesday, February 4, 2009

My pillow, the President and the Africans...

I awoke in the middle of the night last night and thought my pillow was Choko..so naturally I gently hugged it the way I hug her in the middle of the night, after a moment or two, I realized my Choko was actually my pillow and got very upset...

I met these 2 guys from Senegal who are total sweethearts, twins, and fans of yours truly.
Last night, they asked me what room number I stayed in and about 45minutes later they delivered a full meal to me including great jokes (in french) and funny phone photos.

They returned just moments ago, one asked me to the movies and the other, well both of them, invited me to a party happening tomorrow night. When the first introduced himself to me he said his name was Obama and then said "Yes, we can" his twin brother replied, "No! We can't" they are hilarious together.

Anyway...got a massage today. They do it a little different here. I didn't have to fill out any health questionnare and I've never had a massage where they take the blanket/towel off of you and leave you totally in the buff. It was a new and pleasant experience. I rescheduled.

Tonite, I think I'm going back to the Retro bar for more Jazz music and the best beer ever Piecon Bierre. It's sooo Fricken good!

Paris is this weekend and I'm excited if you can't tell. How kool is that. Ha!
ok, I'm outti.
-R

2 comments:

  1. Hey Ne Ne-Just thought I would give you a shout. I hope your weekend in Paris is a amazing and if you perform this weekend, please break two legs!

    xoxo
    j

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  2. I broke 2 legs and an arm and met Lee Ranaldo in the process!!!

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