The French Open

After blogging last night, J-Train and I decided to roll over to the Falstaff for a little 3 am pizza *singing '3 am' in my mind.* Devouring ensued. On the way back we ran into Tommy and (forgettable) Al. Just thought I'd mention some other people in here in case anyone besides family decides to read. Sleepy time came and went and Savir, Jimmy, Molly Sharapova and Ken made our way to the metro around 12:30.  Sidebar: My best Indian and Taiwanese friends are being replaced, at least for the next three weeks. Sorry Will and Rana. Savir and Kenny will be taking your spot.  After several failed attempts at buying tickets from scalpers (asking upwards of 100 Euro a piece), we finally found the line and decided to start waiting for our tickets around 2 pm, for a 5 pm match.  Savir, Ken and Molly held the spots in line while Jimmy and I found arguably the "best bang for your buck" restaurant in Paris.  Giant sandwiches price at only 5 Euro is impossible to turn down.  We headed back to our famished friends and ate our subs. Then the waiting game began.  4 1/2 hours of minimal movement due to a one-in-one-out policy made for a very slow day.  However, we talked amongst ourselves and others and ended up finding out a lot about each other.  Also, we met a pilot for continental airlines named Tony, who enjoyed talking with us as much as we did with him. Finally, our queue number was called and we were granted entrance into the magnificent Roland-Garros tennis complex.  We got in just in time to watch Rafal Nadal lose his first French Open match EVER (previously 30-0).  We then saw Maria Sharapova pull off a stunning come from behind victory over Ken's much preferred Na Li.  The spectacle of the event was breathtaking, and it has definitely changed the way I view tennis. We headed back to the sandwich shop where we struggled to make an order due to language barriers (after the confrontation, we were too afraid to ask for ketchup).  The metro ride home made us realize how tired we were from one of the best weekends of my life, and after "sharing a glass of wine with my peers", "crankin some tunes," and "making conversation," I decided it was best to see what my blog and bed were all about. James came with me ( by the way, James, Jimmy and J-train are all the same person) because he tends to do that. Great end to a great day. On to some more thoughts.

Quicknotes:

My study abroad group is ill. Like in a cool way, not a swine flu way.

Getting a SIM Card in France is much tougher than I thought.  I have seen zero (0) wireless dealers so far.

Skype is probably not gonna happen this trip. Unless you are all very lucky.

I'm adding a new section called:

Things I don't fit into in France. So far I have:

The train to Brussels.

The bus from Brussels.

Roland-Garros Stadium seats.

Most sizes of shirts.

Soon to be added:

Daumenile showers.

Thanks for your time, stay classy.