A Night Out

Well needless to say things have definitely picked up
in my life after the arrival of levi and Nate. Levi
arrived the first night and my mother, myself and levi
stayed at what seemed to be a nice parisian hotel by
the opera. After a firm and unwarranted warning the
first night by the owner as we walked down the stairs
"What is wrong with you?? Quiet now please, you cannot
be so arrogant, if you don´t treat us with respect we
will not respect you!!!" that was at 830 at night
because we were talking on the stairwell on our way
downstairs, an ominous beginning. Then the next day
as nate was checking in we were pulled aside
"gentlemen, no food in the bed, ever!!!" uh okay we
hadn´t even brought food into the room, but we
respectfully said no problem. Well obviously there was
going to be a problem. So we go out on the town to
celebrate our new adventure, and arrive home at about
3 now we knew we were dealing with a crazy hotel
owner, so we immediately went upstairs to bed, levi
and I though decided to go ask nate a question, no
prob right, well he was staying one floor down from
us. We walk down the stairs, immediately there is the
owner, he grabs me(i have the bruise) "out, out you go
out!!!!! you are drunk, fuck you get out" we are
immediately wrestled downstairs and thrown out. "can
we get our stuff?" "no you are drunk get out"
so there i was at 330 am in my t-shirt with levi
nothing more we could do he locked the door and kicked
us out. So we walk around town, hoping he´ll go to
sleep, but he is awake, I knock on the door, "just let
us get our stuff and we´ll go" "no 8 o clock, not
before or i call the police!!!" So we are stuck in
t-shirts on the streets of paris with my mother and
Nate in the hotel with no way of contacting them.
about 5 am the man is gone and a very nice attendant
there let us in apologizing for the owner saying he
was crazy. we get our stuff tell nate and sue we´ll
meet them at the bakery across the street. The
attendant tried to convince us to stay saying the old
guy was just mad and wouldn´t mind if we spent the
night, luckily we didn´t later comments made us sure
that poor boy would have lost his job. So levi and i
had about 12 espressos and 3 baguettes, finally after
saying good bye to susan (needless to say rather
awkwardly, indeed levi´s quote "don´t worry sue your
boy is in good hands" seemed somehow misplaced) we got
nate from the hotel at which nate said "thanks for
nothing" to which the owner said "fuck you!!! You
Arrogant Americans, go back to baghdad, fuck you
guys!!" and that pretty much sealed the deal on paris
for me. we got on a train where only one of us had
tickets for actual seats and sleepless, angry and
hungover we arrived in St. Jean Pied du Port. we got
there at 11, starving and rushed to the closest
restaurant where unexpectedly the most amazingly good
experience happened to us (and just in the nick of
time).
We went into the restaurant and were
immediately brought into conversation with an english
speaking basque seperatist, he immediately bought us a
drink. "food" "non, the kitchen is closed as is
everywhere else just stay here with us, we have been
drinking the very best of french wines all day so
ignore the others (indeed i could do nothing else as i
spoke no basque and that was all they spoke) there
was a lot of singing, a lot of chants for "basque
power", no concern for our pilgrimage, a bit of
discussion about the best way to cook a pigeon after
shooting it, and of course a lot of us trying to
explain why we didn´t like that good president of ours
and why we didn´t like schwarzeneggar. quite a wild
intro into basque country. I will tell you no more as
today i am two days past those incidents, but i had to
put them to email before i forgot (although i´ll never
forget that man screaming fuck you go back to baghdad) ell