Back in Nice

Hey kids, I'm back in nice, its good to finally have my christmas break, student life was starting to get to me a little up there in Strasbourg, but im ok now, dont worry*. So i arrived here by train on tuesday morning after a nice 12hour trip down, didnt sleep the best but ill get over it. after dropping by cyrille's place to say hi (he has exams right now, last one is today!) went to meet up with tristan and ben that afternoon, went down to the beach and it was actually not too cold, well the water was freezing actually but it wasnt too bad out, so we jumped in for a bit of refreshment, me being the badass i am in just my boxer shorts allowed me to strut around with my huge icicle. ran into my good friend sarah from mexico down there, shes such a bubbly girl that one, good for a laugh! Just sort of hung around and caught up on stories etc and got stuck into some brews about 6ish after a quick powernap chez patrick. started off the night ok, met up with bruno and headed down to the bulldog for happyhour, there was a quiz night on at waynes, we headed over there but it was making a late start, so me and bruno headed over to tapas for some tequilla shots. ran into cyrille there and thats where things start getting hazy for pretty much everyone. this is the story as i have manage to piece it together over the past couple of days; but im still not 100%on the facts. i think i then went back to waynes but i was too late for the quiz night, tristan and ben eventually went to tapas and hit the tequilla themselves and they met cyrille there, that was the last i saw of them as i went to a couple of other bars and met up with several people from school etc.

tristan and ben had way too much tequilla, i think it was something like 8shots in a row for tristan and ben wasnt far behind, cyrille hadnt seen them for a while and eventually one of the bouncers came in carrying ben and told cyrille he fell and hit his head and then on their way out **ben was sitting on the floor outside tapas, and i when they decided it was time to go, ben tried to get up, only to fall down again before he even made it to his feet, head first into the concrete and cut it up pretty bad... thats the last cyrille saw of them for the night, what happened next is anyone's guess but when they woke up in hostpital they were a little confused. when they told me this next part i thought they were kidding but its the truth: they were both strapped to their beds with drips in their arms, ben regained consciousness around 4am and tristan was out cold, ben decided he didnt like this situation so he then proceeded to hudini his way out of there starting by pulling out the drip with his teeth and then loosening his straps, once free he went over to try and wake and free tristan, with little luck, tristan was out cold, a bunch of doctors then came in and decided they didnt like the look of this situation so one stuck a bag on ben's head while another tackled him to the bed, the result of this being that ben was once again strapped to the bed this time with bigger straps with large metal screws, but you cant hold down a dyer, after squirming and wrigging his way for probably close to an hour and a half, he managed to free him self 3/4 of the way when once again sprung by a doctor, "look, you can either bag me again or help me get this last strap off" obviously they decided ben was in a better state this time and let him go, not being to happy about being taken there against their will, they skipped out on the check, apparantly a fireman took them in, but ben isnt too sure thanks to the broken english of the staff. tristan awoke to find himself minus his camera, the sore heads and the lack of expensive electronic goods led these two to conclude they had been mugged and robbed, and as ben had all his things and what appeared to be someone else's blood on his arm, he decided that he had been the worlds best street fighter and taken them all on, tristan has a rahter sore lump on the back of his head and may have been king hit. im personally not sure what happened as it turns out that at least ben's facial injuries were self inflicted.

the next day i met up with them to spend about two hours pissing myself laughing at the retelling of the night's events, there was a lot of finger pointing at me not looking after them in my home town of nice. last night was a bit quieter, met up with a bunch of girls from various countries and got a bit drunk, surprisingly. there were two guys wearing black singlets that tristan decided he didnt like the looks of so he managed to convince hetti to swap shirts with him (she was wearing a black singlet) and went over for some dancing and photo oppurtunities. one of the other guys decided he wasnt going to be outdone with his coolness and so dropped his pants and danced like that, the second singlet dude thought he wanted to be just as cool as this casanova and did the same, tristan of course followed suit. all of this has photo evidence so stay tuned for when i can access my camera and stick them up for public viewing, after a few minutes of this crazy old man dancing squad tristan decided he had had enough and pulled up his pants and did up his belt, one of the other guys wasnt too happy about his and decided it wasnt time yet so went over and undid tristan's belt and dropped his pants for him. this was all very amusing and my face still hurts a little from laughing too much. well this whole story is very disjointed as im very tired, i might have a power nap and come back to fix it up later, speak to you soon kids. we're not in strasbourg anymore are we Toto?