Crackout Blackout

The blog called Drinking Diaries details an American girl in Paris finding her way around the big city of hefty foods and lots of drinks:

Junior year in Paris: I was bloated from eating too many banana/nutella crepes, lovelorn (see above for bloat, and I didn’t find Frenchmen sexy, with their small, pointy shoes) and I had just gotten a B minus on my paper. I was about to leave Paris to travel around Europe with a good friend, no money and a Euro-rail pass. We celebrated our departure at a dark, narrow bar. I drank red wine. Beer. Lots of it. I got belligerent. In America, I was not the belligerent type, but abroad, I was. At one point, the bartender told me (in French–they finally spoke French to me those last weeks in Paris) to calm down. I took a gulp of beer, swished it around my mouth, puffed out my cheeks, and spat in his face. He told me to get the hell out of his bar (and some other stuff I couldn’t understand). And then I saw it–the glittering disco ball above the bar. I couldn’t resist a parting shot. I jumped up and pretended to spike the disco ball (which I pretended was a volleyball). I never saw what happened to the swinging ball, as I was escorted out of the bar–the Ugly American, on her last night in Paris.

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