Earlier that day, I put my shirt on and went to the pool. The man checking people in commented on my shirt saying, "You're wearing your tee shirt already?" and the other lady was, as the French classically do, "Bah, oui!" He asked if I was going to the stade and I said no, but to a fan zone.
And I'm so happy I did! Security was so thorough that they opened every item in my bag including my wallet and lipstick and then did a full pat-down only to walk 100 more feet to do it again with another team of police men. Since I was early, I had no trouble getting in fast unlike Emily who had to wait for what seemed like an hour to get through.
Thankfully I convinced Hannah to come and then Emily showed up and the partying began! We were next to a group of Germans who continued to get more and more and more drunk as the night progressed. One nearly convinced Hannah to get on his shoulders and had us inching our way to an after party...but that didn't happen. They may have been drunk but they were very attractive. Too bad they all flocked around Hannah like a moth to a light bulb! Emily and I were the rejects in the back. That's okay...
The game, however, was aggravating. The first half had zero goals from France and zero from Romania and way too many "almost goals". But alas, we pulled through.
While we were mingling around after the game, I finally got my kiss from a French guy in front of the Eiffel Tower. Ahhhhhhh.... Well, okay it was just the cheek but hey! A girl's gotta take what she can get!
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