Man it is so hot in Arizona...
Well, here we are again. Another one of Fireicerobin’s lovely journals, don’t cha just love reading these?
Anyway, I have returned from Europe…although being stuck there would not have been the worst possible thing to happen. Unless I had no money and was deserted on a road…that would actually be the worst thing. Cause, when you compare the dollar to the Euro or the Pound (gasp), it well, sucks. Stupid low economy….
And well, I don’t know about you, but being stuck on a road doesn’t sound like much fun either.
Unless you had an assortment of yummy treats that don’t melt and it wasn’t raining and no big trucks that have their own gravitational pull to drag you into the street…um, I think I’m getting far away from my actual trip…
My favorite city by far was Paris. Twas pretty. And I loved being in the places where amazing historical events happened. So cool.
I don’t think I will actually bore you with details (and uh, I don’t know. It is hard to talk about my trip. I mean people ask me, but I think they are just trying to be nice. You know how people say “How are you?” and you expect the “Fine. And you?” No one that asks that wants a long winded story on how you feel emotionally depressed because you think your dog secretly hates you and is planning to run away. I don’t know if this is the same thing, but eh, I don’t want to really go into anyway…unless you want me to…). But I can tell a story! 
The day started out ok, we woke early and got on a train to travel from Paris to Lausanne (cause that is where my story takes place). Once we got off the train we got on a coach (no, not a bus, a
coach…but I still called it a bus anyhow). And made a historical stop, ok not so interesting just yet, but let’s jump to lunch time. If I haven’t made it clear already, it is expensive in Europe, and me being how I am …(um that being a tiny bit cheap) I don’t like spending a ton of money on food. So a few of us went looking for a place that wasn’t over the top expensive.
We went to a pizza restaurant and thought to split a few pizzas. I mean, don’t most people do that?
The guy there didn’t speak very good English but we could kinda understand him. He didn’t look too happy with a bunch of us walking in there, but he was happy when one person told him about ordering 3 pizzas.
Then we told him that was for all 7 of us. His expression changed instantly. He started yelling in French and talking about how these pizzas were
personal. Then he pointed outside and said out. …I was stunned.
What? Finally it was understandable we were being kicked out.
Yes, I was kicked out of a restaurant
for not ordering enough food. I was angry and…sad. Maybe embarrassed? Mostly confused, but you can tell I’m not over it. Seriously, when I was on the bus driving to the hotel I was thinking of what I
should have said. And how I would come back later and destroy his business
…yeah, not healthy.
Me mostly venting here, but I think he kicked us out more for being teens, than for not ordering more food (I made a theory all about it…man, I really need to stop thinking about it).
But overall, that was really the only bad thing the entire 2 weeks. I really did enjoy it.
Wow, long, but no tags!! Haha!
Cool Clubs:
Fantastic friends!! (In alphabetical order
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Dude, if I find that I am missing you from this list and you don’t tell me…I will not share a cookie with you.
Zest
Euphoric
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Seasonal
I got the ticket as an early Christmas present. 
Obsessed
