I just watched Johnny Halladay perform live in front of the Eiffel Tower. Sounds incredible right? NO. Not incredible. Incredibly terrible. Me versus 800,000 people = defeat. I am lucky to have escaped unscathed. Seriously French people are vicious about this guy. Trying to weasel my way out this woman literally started screaming that too many people were passing in front of her and she couldn’t see. Which is completely ridiculous because you can’t see squat anyway with that many people. Every now and then you are lucky if you glimpse a corner of the screen. Let me count the ways I was almost maimed: lit cigarettes, stepped on, pushed, screamed at. I could go on because angry people are creative.. But I won’t.
Ok, it wasn’t all bad. The best part (and this is going to sound bad) was laughing at people. You see, the asphalt was melting because of the heat and everyone that sat down stood up with ruined pants.(especially those who made the mistake of wearing white). This one guy in front of Suzanne, Gwen, and I got up and we heard this huge de-sticking noise, then his mom proceeded to check out his behind to make sure his pants hadn’t ripped. Then Suzanne started imitating the belligerent over served man behind us. So there were some good parts, but next time, I’ll watch it on TV.
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